They did the best they could with what they had, and other thoughts on my parents.

“They did the best they could with what they had” is something I often say, referencing my parents when telling my story.

Jessica with her parents. Age 11 months.
With my parents, age 11 months. Brooklyn.

Often, there is this narrative that immigrants only want their kids to enter high-paying professions, to become doctors or lawyers.

In my parents’ case, this was not true.

I’ve wanted to be a teacher since kindergarten when Ms. Youssef helped ease my daily crying about being around a bunch of strange kids. Then, my high school teachers and mentors, Mr. Bailey, Ms. Frosch, Mr. Goden, Sra. Pimentel, and Ms. Murphy, inspired me to want to help others find their lightbulb moments while feeling wrapped in warmth and acceptance.

My dad in his older years by a pool wearing a bright green towel and my mom's hat.
My dad in his later years in Costa Rica.

I grew to love my teachers, and when I told my parents that I wanted to grow up to help others learn, my parents proudly encouraged me. When I was getting ready to graduate from high school, Papi joined a group of other dads singing to students at a senior parent event. He fumbled through the words, but he didn’t care. Papi beamed at me, though he didn’t know or understand a single word of what he was singing along to because it was in English and he only spoke Spanish. He was just proud to be there for me as I got ready to go to college to pursue the education he had worked so hard for me to get.

My parents never pressured me into any career path. They wanted me to have an education and a better life than they had in Cuba (dad) and Costa Rica (mom).

They wanted me to be happy.

After getting an email from a new student in my Writing to Heal Program (which starts on Saturday, 9/30!) where the student stated, “Thank you, and please say thanks to your parents for having a wonderful, ambitious, smart child who gives it all away, from me.” I called my mom and translated the message.

Her response, “Claro que si!” (hahaha!)

Jessica as a little girl in the kitchen with her mom.
With my mom in Brooklyn.

I am so grateful that today, I have a safe, stable, and happy life that my parents fought hard for me to have. I’m also thankful to have returned to helping others find their lightbulb moments through teaching and coaching.

My teaching today is not how I initially envisioned this role, as I went from working with middle schoolers to working with either college students or adults on their healing journeys. Still, like my mother always says, “Uno pone y Dios dispone,” meaning we can have one plan, and God can have another. Ultimately, things always work out.


Some of the wounds I have worked on healing come directly from my history with my parents, and yes, much of my success today is due to the work I have had to do on my own to get my addiction to alcohol in order.

Jessica's parents in their older age hugging, smiling, and laughing.
My parents in their home in Costa Rica (they left the US in 2016).

Multiple truths can be true, and the email from my incoming student was a beautiful reminder that I needed. My parents saw my love for working with others early on, and it was a light they did not dare put out. My parents did their best with what they had and did a damn good job trying.


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Podcast Episode 19. Ian’s Story

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September is National Recovery Month. I always tell the story of meeting and falling in love with Ian so that his story lives on through me. Ian isn’t here anymore, but every person I have touched by sharing my story is someone he has touched, too. He always wanted to help others, but his life ended on April 28, 2020, due to an overdose from using again after being sober. I’ll continue telling his story as part of mine, and this recovery month will be no different. I’ll continue to share his story and lessons learned from this experience for anyone considering dating while in early recovery.

Content Warning – drug use and death

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Transcript:

Jessica Dueñas (00:01.218)
Hey everyone. So today is an interesting recording day. I am pretty much in the dark. I have this, so the past two weeks have been pretty wild. I moved in all the residents and so the residence hall that I run. Then within the last day of the residents moving in, we turned around and had to evacuate. We had 24 hours to evacuate because a hurricane hit. As soon as we got the clear to return,

something went crazily wrong with my eye. And though it’s being treated and it’s getting better, I have like extreme light sensitivity. And so I figured, well, I can at least record a podcast episode because I can sit in the dark and just talk. So here I am sitting in the dark and just talking. And for today’s episode, what I wanted to do, September 1st marks the beginning of recovery month. And recovery month can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people.

But for me, I believe it’s really important to recognize the stories, right, of those of us who have struggled with addiction, those of us who we love who struggle with addiction, and also those who we’ve loved and lost as a result of addiction. And so I posted on my Instagram yesterday for September 1st, just like a slideshow of a photo of Ian Carey, who was my partner who passed away as a result of his addiction.

You know, in that post I shared that I’m always going to tell his story, even though he’s no longer with us, right, that a huge part of my recovery has to do with him, right? Like he was almost like that major figure that set off this journey for me. And so I wanted to take an episode and just talk about him. Tell his story. Tell of my experience with him. Right.

a couple of things I’ll recognize. I only knew him through my eyes and my experience with him. And I know that for different people, he, he was a lot of different things. And I’ve come to learn that over the years that he meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. And for a lot of folks, it wasn’t always good, but you know what? That’s not my story. And I get to tell my story of him. So, and I have a podcast so I can say whatever I want. Right.

Jessica Dueñas (02:26.318)
Content warning for this episode, right? You already know I mentioned that I’m gonna talk about someone who has passed away. I am going to talk about potentially drug abuse. I didn’t write this in advance, so I’m just speaking from the heart, but I may talk about very graphic and tragic images. So if you don’t wanna listen, this is a great opportunity to go ahead and jump off. But otherwise, I thank you for joining me on the ride as I tell my part of Ian’s story.

in honor of Recovery Month and those that we have loved and lost due to addiction.

So I met Ian during the holiday season of 2019 going into 2020. I want to say that I met him on January 1st, but honestly I was drunk and I don’t remember exactly when I landed in rehab, but I’m pretty sure that was when it was. So let’s say for approximation purposes that I met him on January 1st of 2020. And at this time I had started to try to get sober in September of 2019.

I had gotten a diagnosis of alcoholic liver disease during the summer of 2019. And in September, I had secretly gone to rehab for the first time and nobody knew. I just lied and said I had the flu and I was going to be out of commission for like five days. But really what I was doing, I was detoxing in secret so that I could detox safely and go back to work. Nobody knew that I had gone through this. And at the time I was, I was attending AA meetings. I was participating in 12 step programs. I had a sponsor.

But I relapsed. I was still not authentically embracing the fact that I was someone struggling with addiction. I wanted to keep that part hidden of me. So I was still showing up at work as like little miss perfect teacher, but then also trying to manage like the addiction, the cravings, the wanting to drink, et cetera, in secret. So I hadn’t disclosed to my family, I hadn’t disclosed to anybody who cared about me.

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that I was carrying this huge, huge secret. So when the holiday season came, I was, you know, my schedule was thrown off, my routine was thrown off. I didn’t have my students around me, which I really feel like that helped center me when I was trying to not drink in secret, right? Cause it was summer, I mean, it was winter break. So the lack of routine was just made it, made me a ticking time bomb to start drinking again. So during that holiday season of 2019, I started to drink again and

One thing that I found in my experience when I have gone through not drinking for some time after drinking how I used to drink, that crash is a really hard crash, right? So it’s not like I wasn’t trying to moderate decently and be like, well, I’m just gonna have one drink. When I picked up drinking over that holiday season, I drank fast and hard. And so I landed in the, I wanna say,

my memory, right? It’s crazy. This is how tough our memories can be. But basically I had called a friend for help who took me to my apartment and I did one last hurrah of drinking before going into treatment. And so I drank a whole bunch of alcohol. I called an Uber to take me to this treatment facility. So I barely remember getting to the treatment facility, but I was definitely heavily under the influence as I was checking in.

And like I said, let’s approximate that this was January 1st. So while I’m doing my intake, I’m sitting at this desk, and this desk is like across from the common area where the patients who are already in the treatment facility are like watching TV. It’s like a common area. And I remember I’m filling out this paperwork about myself, and they’re getting ready to explain how they’re going to take off my bra and do a body check. They have to check that your skin isn’t bruised and scab before you go in, because obviously they want to make sure that.

if there’s any allegations of any abuse, right, that they have put eyes on you when you walked in, because you should be walking out with no bruises either when you come into facilities. So before we do like the body check, I’m just filling out this paperwork, and I look up and I see this group of people watching TV, and there’s one man that I saw who was really handsome. And I remember I saw him, and he kind of like looked up at me, and I remember thinking,

Jessica Dueñas (06:49.834)
Whoa, he looks good. I need to stay away from him. I will never forget that. That was my first thought when I saw this man. Later on, of course, his name was Ian. So anyway, I remember seeing him. He was beautiful. And then I finished the intake process and I was admitted finally as a patient, you know, later that day. And for the first few days that I was in that facility, you know, this is over the holiday break. So I’m not, you know, nobody’s missing me at school because there is no school.

Finally had a sense of where I was and what was going on. I know my sister knew, but again, I was just kind of like in this cocoon of a treatment facility. Treatment facilities can be great cocoons. You don’t have to do with anybody on the outside unless you want to. And you know, every time we have like a group meeting or there’s like an AA meeting that comes in to happen, I purposely sit away from him because again, I already felt my body react to him when I first saw him. And I was like, I don’t want to be right next to this guy who is very, very attractive.

And, but lo and behold, after I think the second or third day, we’re in that common area that I was referencing in the beginning. And we’re watching TV and he, he approaches me and he’s like, Hey, he’s like, um, where are you from? I noticed you don’t have an accent because obviously I don’t have a Kentucky accent. And I’m like, Oh, I’m, I’m from New York. And he’s like, Oh, what were you doing there? You know, or like, how long ago did you come here? Something like that. And I told him that I thought had gotten there, you know, X amount of years.

before then. And he was like, so what did you do? Were you a model in New York? And of course that was flattering, but it worked. It was very flattering. And I was like, Oh, stop it. You know, and I giggled. Um, but he successfully broke the ice. And so I started talking to him, right? And so we would just exchange stories. And every time that we weren’t in a structured activity, we just naturally gravitated towards each other. And he, he was funny.

really easy to talk to. He had shared that he was in the treatment facility after having had a relapse on heroin over the holidays himself. And that he had almost lost his life. He also had PTSD, he was an army veteran. And so he had a really bad episode and he turned to the substance to cope with it. And so, I remember thinking that, wow, that’s a really dangerous substance. Obviously alcohol is incredibly dangerous too, right? And-

Jessica Dueñas (09:17.878)
I’m saying this now knowing and understanding that alcohol kills way more people than opiates do. But of course, at the time in 2019, 2020, when this was happening, I didn’t know anything. I was just thinking, wow, you use heroin. That’s really scary. Right? So that was the thought that I had in my head. But even though I had that thought, I was like, but here I see a really kind human with a beautiful sense of humor and a really big heart. And that’s what I focused on. I didn’t focus on.

his addiction and what he was struggling with. So anyway, when it was time for discharge, I actually got discharged first because I charmed them into being like, I’m a school teacher, I need to be able to start school again. I’m feeling better now, I know what to do, thanks. And so I did get discharged earlier. And I remember thinking, I want to stay in touch with this guy. So I wrote my phone number down on a piece of paper and I was like,

I’m just gonna give it to him as I’m walking out the door so that if he rejects it, I don’t even have to know. I could easily never hear from this person again and that’s totally fine. And that’s how I thought. I was like, I’m gonna shoot my shot walking out the door and if he doesn’t respond, then it’s all good. And if he does respond, okay. So I left and that’s what I did. I found him, I had like my bags packed to leave and I was like, hey, Ian, if you wanna keep in touch, here’s my number. And I just put it in his hand.

And I said, bye. And I remember he looked at my number and looked right at me and smiled. And he was like, yeah, I’ll talk to you later. And of course, I’m like, whatever, he’s not gonna reach out, please. So it was about a day or two later. And yeah, it’s nighttime and I’m doing okay, right? Like I’m just back to my little secret routine of going to AA meetings and being hidden, being anonymous and then showing up to work and checking with my sister who knew what was going on.

And I open up my phone and I get a message. Well, not open, but turn on my phone. And there’s a text message from an unknown number. And when I click on it, it’s like, hey, something along the lines of, hey, it’s Ian. I just got out of treatment. I wanted to check in. How are you doing? And I’m not going to lie, when I saw that text message, I mean, even retelling the story, it’s like I feel the butterflies in my stomach, even as I’m telling this story. But I remember, I felt butterflies in my stomach and I giggled internally.

Jessica Dueñas (11:42.702)
I was like, oh my gosh, he actually reached out, right? So we just chit chat back and forth and we agreed to like go to some meetings together. And it was funny because I thought he was gonna flake, I just didn’t believe that he would actually show up. But I remember like I had gone to work that the following day and I went to work looking all just really disheveled kind of like again.

I was on the struggle bus. I had to go to a faculty meeting, and when they asked us how our winter break was, I broke down crying in this faculty meeting because I didn’t wanna share that I was in rehab. And so I was just like, it was a really hard break, and I started crying and crying. I felt so isolated. So showing up to work, I didn’t feel good. I only felt good in front of my students because their joy and their innocence and kid antics just make my day, but…

dealing with everyone else, I felt very unseen. And so I barely put any effort into my appearance and I was just showing up, but we had texted and we agreed to like meet up at a meeting after work. So when he told me that, I was like, holy crap, I gotta look cute. And so my ridiculous self, like I ran over to Target after dismissal, I got like some new clothes.

got some eyeliner, I love eyeliner, so I put on eyeliner and I like brushed my hair a little bit, you know, enough to feel to feel good about myself, so to speak. And I, we agreed to go to this meeting. So funny story, when I attended AA, I only really liked going to women’s meetings or LGBTQ meetings, primarily for the reason that I felt safe and I didn’t feel like straight men would prey on me. And so

I was like, I hope you don’t mind. I know you’re a straight guy, but I want to go to a pride meeting. And he was like, no, I’m good. Like that, I’m totally comfortable with it. So I got to that meeting first and I went to the church basement and I sat down and I recognized a few people and I was like catching up with them. And I was like, oh my gosh, yeah, I was in treatment over the holidays. It was a mess, but I’m here, you know, just like having this side conversation. And one of them, and I had like purposely saved the seat next to me. And then one of them was like, oh, who are you saving that seat for? And I was like, oh, I have a friend that I met in.

Jessica Dueñas (14:00.354)
treatment, he’s going to come to this meeting too. And I remember, you know, he texted that he was pulling up. So I have my eye on the door for this meeting and he walks in. And I remember it was literally like that same butterfly feeling like when I first saw him, but I was drunk. So the feelings were muted. This time I was sober and I saw him walk in and then, you know, he wasn’t in like his treatment clothes. So he was like dressed nicely.

He had Cologne. And again, I literally felt like my heart completely like explode into like a bunch of like a million little pieces in a good way. Right? Like if my heart would explode into little butterflies that just suddenly like flew all over the place, that was how it felt when I saw him walk in. So he walks in and yeah, like his face totally lights up when he sees me and he comes and he sits next to me. And he had actually brought a friend of his too, which was really nice, you know, to meet another friend of his.

So anyway, so we go through the meeting, et cetera. Everyone shares, great meeting. And then if you haven’t been to 12-step meetings, it’s not necessarily a routine or a rule in every meeting, but a lot of meeting spaces do kind of like a circle where you have the option to hold hands at the end of the meeting and maybe do something like a serenity prayer or an our father prayer, some version of a prayer. So we circle up and he took his hand in my hand. And I remember just feeling like…

the thickness of his palms, right? I remember that feeling and I was like, wow, he’s got big hands, you know? Again, just the flutters and the butterflies, just feeling that sensation. And you know, I have big hands. Like if you don’t know me in person, I’m five foot nine, I’m over 200 pounds. Like I am not a delicate butterfly. And I can palm a basketball myself. So when you take your hand or you take my hand in your hand and I can feel how big your hand is, it makes an impression on me.

because again, I’m used to taking up space. So it was a really nice feeling to just have that moment of just holding hands and being in prayer. And you know, of course, like, again, there’s like that suspended excitement, like, oh, I wonder, will he invite me to do something after this meeting? And yeah, like he asked me to join him and his friend for dinner. And so we went to eat at a local restaurant. And again, it felt…

Jessica Dueñas (16:22.958)
good being in that space with him and having conversation and meeting a friend of his and just talking to him and everything just felt really, really good. And I was really excited to get to see him again. And so, you know, he invited me out like on dates. And I remember I was scared to tell my sponsor at the time because especially, I mean, it’s good practice. So I will say this.

You hear it commonly in 12 step spaces, but it is good practice to not date in your first year of sobriety. Because if you have just been struggling with major addiction issues, right? Like romance is absolutely going to distract you. But, you know, some sponsors can be very specific. And you know, with sponsorship, it’s almost more like asking for permission, right? So versus say coaching where I’ll let you, I’m…

I don’t let you or not let you do anything as your coach, right? A sponsor can sort of have more of a clear directive, like you do this, you don’t do this. And so I was avoiding telling my sponsor that I had met somebody because I didn’t want it to be known. I didn’t want to get in trouble. I didn’t want my sponsor to drop me. I did respect her very much. She had been sober for like longer than I had been alive. And I thought she’s like this amazing human being. So I was really scared to tell her.

So, you know, I mentioned it casually like, oh, there’s someone I met in treatment and he’s been really nice. And she’s like, well, you’re fine to like go out on dates and things like that. She’s like, but you don’t need to be in a relationship right now. She’s like, you struggled a lot and you’ve already had a relapse. Like you don’t need to date and be in a relationship. And I was like, okay, sure. Yay. I took that and ran with it. Um, you know, cause I was like, I’m not listening to you.

You know and at the end of the day right experience is gonna be the best teacher and some of us survive what experience teaches us And some of us don’t live through what experience teaches us unfortunately But experience is still gonna be a hell of a strong teacher So anyway, um, basically the same thing happened with him and his sponsor You know, he mentioned me to his sponsor and his sponsor told him bad idea, right? So we both did have people in recovery who had lots of life experience

Jessica Dueñas (18:41.438)
in sobriety, advise us against this relationship. And we both made the decision to say F that and continue moving forward. And at the end of the day, you know, I’ve come to see that in coaching. Again, I don’t tell clients what to do, but when we have these conversations, we definitely talk about what are all the possible outcomes that can happen and how do you feel about these outcomes possibly happening. And I remember having this conversation in my head years ago.

when I met him because I remember thinking his drug of choice is opiates. If he were, he almost died already. And I mean, I had almost died too, right? Again, alcohol is deadly, but there’s something about the Russian roulette nature of buying street drugs where you don’t know what something has been laced with, right? I know exactly what I’m getting when I’ve gone to the liquor store every time I’ve had a relapse. Again.

not recommending it, but what I am saying is that there’s a lot less guesswork in terms of what you’re getting that has been regulated by the government versus something you’re buying off the street. And so when I was thinking, wow, what if he relapses? I remember having a conversation with a mutual friend of ours. She went to treatment with us too. And I was saying, I was like, gosh, if he were to relapse, he might not make it. I was aware of that.

Right? I knew the truth. I knew that, hey, if I could relapse and he’s already relapsed, like, you know, having these slips is absolutely possible. And what are the possible outcomes of drinking again? What are the possible outcomes of using again? I fully was aware that death was a part of it, but when I thought about that possible outcome, I chose to lean on the hope that he wouldn’t.

I chose to lean on the hope of, I’ve seen countless people recover and live long lives, right, without ever turning to drugs or alcohol. Alcohol is a drug. But I chose to lean on hope because, again, I knew his story, but I also saw in front of me a kind, loving, charming, dedicated human. And I chose to lean on that more.

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And did that decision end up hurting me in the end? Of course it did. Of course it did. And that’s okay. Right. So anyway, once our sponsors had been like, don’t do it. And we still went ahead and kept dating. We just, we try to be subtle. So, you know, we weren’t necessarily like out in the open all the time with others, but you know, we would go to dinner, we go to walks in the park. But then

And you know, life happened and the pandemic came, right? And I remember hearing about COVID-19 or the coronavirus and, you know, we’d watch the news and we would hear about it starting to spread in different states. And we would hear about other states like starting to close things down, etc. But we hadn’t had any cases of it in Kentucky. And then there was one day that I went to happy hour with my teacher coworkers and I wasn’t drinking.

I would always just have like soda, but you know, they were having their drinks. And we saw like on our phones, like the first reported case of COVID-19 was in Kentucky and we knew we were like, Oh, it’s just a matter of time before things shut down here. So I remember talking to Ian and I was like, what do we do? Right. Um, I had just, I lived actually about a mile away from him. Um, I had a house and he had an apartment.

really nice building. And, you know, I was like, should you come to my place? Should I go to your place? You know, we like, we didn’t want to face the pandemic alone, because we knew that once things shut down, the social, the social isolation was going to be real. And we didn’t think it would be a good idea to be alone, right? And I frankly, I mean, I was rapidly falling in love. I didn’t want to be alone. So we

decided to go ahead and he moved into my space. And so he was in my house and it was great, right? Like schools did eventually close and we had a lot of fun like in the daytime, he was a full-time student, he was getting his degree in social work so that he could, his life goal was to become a social worker, to help young kids who had incarcerated parents because that was his story, that was his history. And he wanted to turn around and help kids who were like him.

Jessica Dueñas (23:31.446)
so that they wouldn’t walk down the same path of like eventually turning to drugs, right? Again, he had been an army veteran. He had gone through several tours and been injured and he had been prescribed pain medications, which he later became addicted to. And then he had turned to street drugs to kind of give you some context about his story. So anyway, so he was in school, I was teaching and everything shut down. And for a little bit, it was…

of fun and it was kind of exciting. Again, there’s this brand new person in my life who has a really scary past that treated me beautifully and was kind and loving. And I got to always be around him, right? And he made me feel very special. I felt amazing around him, right? And so things were good up until we also

realized that we lost our support. Right, so we were attending in-person 12-step meetings and at that time I didn’t realize that there were things like online meetings and that online support groups were being created, I didn’t know that. And so when the local spaces closed, when the churches closed their basements and we had nowhere to go, that was it, right? And when you take away people in early recoveries support systems,

and the world is literally kind of falling apart around them, it’s almost a matter of time before somebody ends up relapsing and unfortunately, it was him. So when he first used ironically, I had this like little anonymous like Twitter account like to talk about recovery.

and this NPR reporter had found me. And so I interviewed with her that day and under like my pseudonym, it was Bottomless Betty, something like that. Or yeah, I forget what it was called, Bottomless Brown Betty, something like that. And I talked to her about, well, like how I was staying sober with my boyfriend that I had just gotten my dog, Cruz was a puppy at that time. And we’d go to the park, we’d get outside, we’d go walk.

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We’d order food or we’d cook and just spent a lot of time together and we would read like sober materials together at that time. It was like the big book and you know, 12 steps and 12 traditions, you know, kind of like reading and studying together. And I was saying, yeah, like things are going really great. You know, we’re leaning on each other. And then we got off that interview and it was like I was waiting for Ian to come home and he didn’t come home.

So I go to his apartment, so I’m like, well, I can’t find him. He’s gotta be in his apartment. So I go over there and I bang on the door. I hear the phone ring and he answers the door and he’s visibly high. And I remember he looked so broken and he was so sad. The other weird thing too, his voice was so different and I didn’t realize that opiates could change your voice.

but his voice was really deep and like grumbly. Like I almost didn’t recognize his voice through the door and I thought someone else was in there with him and no, it was him. His voice just sounded different. And he cried and he cried and I brought him back home and I was like, let’s get you back into treatment because this is not okay, right? Like you can’t start using again, right? I was like, this stuff almost killed you last time. And he was like, no.

I’m okay, let me talk to my sponsor, let me get back on top of my routine. I’ve got this. And I trusted him. And I was like, okay, everybody can stumble, right? But we can get back on track. And so he did get back on track for probably about, I don’t know, maybe a week. The time, I’ll never remember exactly.

And you know, and like he said, please don’t tell anybody, please, please. You know, I’m so ashamed and I get that. I understood that feeling of feeling ashamed. And so, you know, I didn’t, I know he had talked to his sponsor. And so we, we continued in this little bubble, but the bubble didn’t feel safe anymore. I was hopeful that he was okay, but just certain things about his behavior started seeming different, right? He didn’t sleep well anymore.

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He was struggling and I was like, hey, are you sure you don’t need anything? Do we need to get you some additional supports? He was like, no, I’m good, I’m good, right? I remember other things that we had talked about in this time was the idea of getting married. We started to make a plan for that. We made plans for pregnancy.

There are so many things that developed in this short time period because we were spending so much time together, right? Like we were just always, always together because of quarantine. So anyway, there’s another, let’s say a week or two passed, I don’t remember exactly. And the same issue happened. He didn’t come back when he said he would. And he was incredibly communicative. So…

As soon as he didn’t come back, I figured something had happened, right? I was like, he must have gone and used. So I went, I found him in his apartment yet again. And, um, this time there had been, um, he had gotten hit in the head, you know, and I still to this day don’t know exactly what happened. Um, but he looked visibly hurt and, you know, I brought him back home again. And this time he didn’t want me to tell anybody. Um, but I did. I told.

his mom, and I also told his sponsor, I was like, hey, he’s, he’s using, right. And I was kind of like, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never dealt with someone who used before. And so I know like, his family had told me, you know, hide your things, get, you know, put your stuff away, you know, he’s, he’s on another level right now. And you need to protect yourself and protect your things.

And basically his sponsor said the same thing. Like you like if he’s if he’s officially like in that mode, you’ve got to protect yourself. And so, yeah, I remember like I hit a couple of things that were of value to me. But I didn’t want to kick him out. And so I sat him down and I was like, hey, we’ve got to talk. And I was like, you have to go to treatment. I was like, this is not going to end well.

Jessica Dueñas (30:27.154)
And he was like, no, I’ve got to finish. I’ve got some assignments to finish for the semester. Because we were getting to the end of April and he was like, the semester is almost over. I need to finish some assignments. I have to turn them in. I’ll go to treatment after I get this stuff done. And me being like a workaholic, I was like, okay. Because there were so many times that I needed to get something done and I got it done even though I was like.

under the influence, right? Like a paper that was due, a project that was due, whatever. Like I could get things done. So I remember him sitting there and once like the high faded, he turned in several papers, a project, like he got so much stuff done for school. And I was like, okay, now let’s go to treatment. And he was like, no, like, like I can’t basically was kind of like his response.

And so I was like, well, if that’s going to be the case, like, you’re going to have to go. I was like, because I’m trying to not drink, but this is Gary. You know, I was like, this is Gary and I don’t know that I can handle this. And he was like, that’s fair. He’s like, let me run to the store of the garage, the gas station. I’ll be right back. And then like, let’s talk. Right. And so that was on April 28th. And I was teaching that day.

And so anyway, so he left and you know, I was teaching virtually because schools were closed to in person classes. So I’m, you know, teaching and then again, he didn’t come back and I was like, oh my goodness, like, where is he? And so I called him. He didn’t answer. I sent him text messages. He didn’t answer and I felt really bad. Like I was like, this can’t be good. And so I go drive over to his apartment.

I see his car outside the building, so I go in and I knock on the door. No one’s answering. I call his phone. I hear it ringing. But this time I don’t hear anything coming from inside his apartment. Every time I showed up in the past, if he was high, I would hear him fumbling around inside. This time I heard nothing. And so I got really scared and I grab the fire extinguisher and I bang against the door.

Jessica Dueñas (32:48.882)
um and a neighbor slash person who has key access to all the apartments comes out and he’s like whoa what are you doing and i was like ian is in there we need to get inside his apartment and he’s like you can’t be banging against the door and i was like i’m telling you there’s something really wrong he’s in there and he’s sick so anyway so he decides to call 911 which honestly it had to

Jessica Dueñas (33:18.198)
you know, he’s like, yeah, there’s this tall black woman banging on the door. And I was like, oh, great. That that’s going to help. Right. And, you know, this was shortly after Brianna Taylor had been killed in Louisville. This was April 20, 20. Brown Taylor had been killed in March, 2020. So I was like, this helps. So anyway, when the police came, I’m like immediately like hysterical. I’m like, he’s in there. There’s something wrong.

I remember they like grab me and like put my hands behind my back and put me against the wall. And, you know, it’s hard. I always say this. It’s hard to remember exactly the order in which things happen because of the fact that like this is such a traumatic memory that, you know, when you read any text that talk about traumatic memories, piecing them together fluidly can get hard. So what I do remember is they are opening the door. I think the guy must have given them the key. They open the door.

And it’s probably a matter of moments and they say there’s a dead male inside. And obviously it was him, right? And so as soon as they say that, I think like I yelled or screamed and just fell to the floor in hysterics. Then I had to, you know, they were like, where’s his next of kin? So I called his mother. And I had to tell a woman that her son was no longer here.

It was awful. And so, you know, she lived about 30 minutes away. So she came eventually and, you know, they wouldn’t let us in. We couldn’t go in and see him until the coroner had kind of come in and I guess done their thing with the apartment. So once we are allowed in, yeah, I see him there and he is just blue. He looked blue and I looked out like into the bathroom and you can see like paint.

I mean, not paint. It was like paint, but it was blood, like on the walls, right? Because he was shooting up intravenously. So obviously, like, you know, blood spattered out. It was against the wall, and you could see the belt on the floor, you know, kind of like the paraphernalia of the drug usage. And yeah, his apartment had been like ransacked, like terrible, you know? And yeah, that was, that was…

Jessica Dueñas (35:47.578)
it. So the coroner, they took him away. And after that, I went straight to the liquor store, got a bottle and started drinking. And you know, after that, that was eight months for me of like nonstop drinking, nonstop spiraling, which was, you know, definitely very hard, very, very hard. So that was my experience with Ian. And

It almost broke me, right? But there are a couple of things that I think are important to share about his story. By 2021, in early sobriety, I started Bottomless to Sober as a blog to tell stories of people struggling with addiction. And I dedicated it to him. I have a page on the site.

where I kind of write out his story and I have a video clip of him interviewing with the news because he spoke with the media back in like 2017 to share about his story of like working to overcome his addiction and kind of like how it started being the military, etc. And obviously like now Bottomless is Sober has become like now it’s a podcast, you know, now I

Jessica Dueñas (37:15.306)
would have been possible if he hadn’t come into my life. And I don’t believe in the whole, oh, everything happened for a reason. And I don’t like to create positivity out of tragedy because everything was tragic and probably preventable, right? But it wasn’t prevented. His death wasn’t prevented and his death did happen. What did happen as a result was my complete spiral afterward.

you know, because I had been handed plenty of disappointments in love before. You know, I, I was previously married and we got divorced after having been together for seven years. You know, I thought I was going to have kids with this person that I was married to and then life didn’t work out that way. I was with someone after him. Um, I was falling for him. And then after a year, it turned out that he had been cheating the entire time with like someone else, you know, so with Ian, I met him and I felt.

so much hope renewed, right? Like with Ian, I was like, huh, maybe I will have kids, huh? Maybe I will get married, right? Like I finally, like the maybes all started coming back and then he died so suddenly and so tragically that for a time I thought those maybes weren’t possible anymore. Also my drinking after he died, I lost the ability to manage my career.

and my drinking. When he was alive, before his death, I was drinking to the point where I got alcoholic liver disease, right? So I was drinking hard and heavy, but I was still a quote unquote functional drinker. And I think that functionality of my addiction would have killed me very quickly, right? Because I was already diagnosed with alcoholic liver disease. What happened to my drinking after his death, because I completely spiraled,

It basically moved things into high gear where if I didn’t do anything differently, I was guaranteed to die. And so it was either get it together or lose everything fast. I never would have been inspired to tell my story if I hadn’t been broken down the way that I had been because of his death. He modeled that by…

Jessica Dueñas (39:40.418)
publicly speaking about his addiction, right? He modeled that by helping people. He modeled that by working in a treatment facility himself. He was going to model that by getting into social work and helping young kids so that they knew of kind of like the risks and dangers of drug addiction, right? When he was in his social work program, his peers knew that was his story.

He did a lot of that modeling for me so that once I started to have the courage to speak up, I follow very similarly in those footsteps to where everywhere I go, people know that this is a part of my story. Right? I teach on a, I don’t teach but I like, I mean I’m in education, I work on a college campus now and the students that I work with, they know that this is a part of my story. Ian modeled that for me.

And so for recovery month, he’s not here anymore in terms of flesh and bones, right? Like he’s not literally here in the flesh anymore. But the big thing that I wanna emphasize is that his story is still here. And there’s still many things to be learned from Ian by me telling his story. And either you can learn things about him or me and take it.

as like guidelines like, okay, now I know what to do, what not to do if I meet someone in early recovery, right? Now I know what I stand to lose, right? If I start to date in early recovery, like for example, or you can also learn that the impact of telling a story can save lives. And maybe him telling his story wasn’t enough to save his life directly.

Jessica Dueñas (41:33.398)
When I meet people in Louisville who speak of him, I know that there’s lots of people walking on this earth today who are living and breathing and sober who were touched by him. And as a result, that story carries on. And his story, as long as I’m alive, his story is always gonna carry on through me. So with that being said, I do thank you all for listening to this, if you’re still hanging in there with me in this episode.

It has been the hardest heartbreak to come back from, but I have come back from it. I miss him dearly. I miss him every single day. I think about this person. I promise you that. The necklace that I wear, if you notice in my pictures, I usually have a necklace with a gold, a little gold heart. He gave that to me a few weeks before he passed away.

And my plan is to continue to wear it. You know, I’m always going to carry that little physical, mental, that reminder. Since his death, I have started dating again, right? Like I actually am in a really beautiful, healthy relationship now that is almost a year in. And we’ll see where this relationship goes. I pray that it, you know, gives me all the things that I’ve been wanting for, you know, been hoping for so long. But I don’t have.

I don’t have control over that. All I can do is put in the work and hope for the right outcomes, right? But I hope that the story also serves to tell you that you can experience the biggest of losses and the biggest of heartbreaks and you can crash and feel like you’re burning and like everything is over. And even then, it is absolutely possible to come back and it is still possible to recover.

And so I want to just to put a little bit of his voice into this. You can see this whole video on my website, but in 2017 when he was interviewed by local news media in Louisville, Kentucky, he shared this little message of hope, which again, even if he’s not here in the flesh, it’s still a message that we and I can continue to carry on. So listen to this. Out there, you look at him right now. What would you say to them?

Jessica Dueñas (43:54.822)
for the hopeless and I’m definitely hopeful today and there is a way out and don’t give up. So yeah, I mean just simply said there is a way out. Not everybody who struggles with addiction gets through this because this is hard, but you can do it. You don’t have to do it alone. You absolutely don’t have to do it alone. So with that I’m going to go practice some self-love.

I’m sending you all love for listening, and I’ll talk to you in the next episode.


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My Mother’s Love Language

“When I was married and needed a new car after a wreck, my ex didn’t want me to purchase it. I felt so stuck, controlled, and frustrated. When I called my mom crying, she said, ‘Te mando algo de dinero para que puedas comprarte algo.’ (I’ll send you some money so you can get yourself something.) She empowered me to get a car without my ex-husband’s permission,” I told my boyfriend over lunch at the airport.

My sister added, “No matter how grown we are, our mom has had our backs. She’s the most generous person I know. It’s like her generosity is her love language. She’s not mushy, but if she loves you, she’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” 

In the recovery/wellness world, I’m guilty of being the first one in a conversation or in a meeting to chime in on ways that my childhood impacted me and played a part in my addiction to alcohol as well as my challenges with body image and food. 

While having this conversation with my sister and boyfriend waiting to board our next flight to go to Costa Rica to see my mother, I realized two things in the middle of our conversation:

One, I am exactly like my mother. 

Two, that is a beautiful thing. 

Now, anyone who has heard me speak and share my story knows that when I talk about my parents, I always share, “They did the best they could with what they had,” which implies that they tried their best, and yes, there was still some harm done. 

Sharing that I am just like my mother doesn’t negate either of those statements. 

However, from this conversation, I wanted to invite myself to open up to this alternative thought, “I am just like her, and it’s a good thing.” It’s a thought that I realize that I owe to myself, future me, and even to little girl me. I deserve to welcome an occasional pause from the mental labor of constantly identifying which generational cycles I need to break and, in turn, point out a few patterns I have inherited from my mother and will continue to embrace. These are the gifts from my mother that I see in me: 

  1. She’s generous. As I said before, from helping me with a car to my home, books as a kid, and anything I ever needed regarding a roof over my head and financial safety, she’s ensured I could have it. She grew up living in poverty in Costa Rica and worked so hard as an immigrant in the US. Her mission was to guarantee that her children didn’t struggle as she did. If she could take the shirt off her back for me or anyone in need, she would. You need something, and I have it? Let me share it with you. <3 
  2. She’s so bright. My mother has always been excellent with numbers and budgeting, especially when she and my dad were small business owners in Brooklyn. They could save, buy the house I grew up in, and travel. Her mental math matches any whiz kid I have ever taught, and the more I learn about numbers since starting my own business, the more I realize that I have my mother’s strong number sense. 
  3. She’s fiercely loyal to the people she’s close to and doesn’t care to force relationships. The few people in her circle are IN HER CIRCLE. I used to want to push myself to have more friends and maintain all sorts of relationships with extended family, but now, I embrace the few intimate relationships I have as gifts to nurture. I am confident in who I have connected with because I trust there is a reason they are in my life. 

If you’re reading this and have a complex relationship with a parent or guardian, I invite you to look at the positive things you’ve inherited from them IF you are open to that. If changing your perspective, even temporarily, will put you at risk of disregulating yourself, don’t. But if you are open to this shift in perspective, even as part of an exercise, ask yourself to reflect on these things:

  1. What traits does this person have that are helpful to others?
  2. What qualities does this person have that lit them up?
  3. How do any of these traits show up in you?
  4. How does recognizing these traits in yourself make you feel? 
  5. How can you continue to nurture these qualities about yourself? 

I’m go grateful to have had this opportunity to reflect before getting on my next flight. Sending you warm love.


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There is no right way to grieve the dead. 

I used to shame myself because how I dealt with the grief from my father’s death (5 years ago today) was different from how I managed my boyfriend’s death (3 years ago tomorrow.)

My father lived a full life. He came to the US from Cuba to pursue freedom after having cut sugar cane for two years in Cuba without pay for asking permission to leave Cuba in the late 1960s. Shortly after coming to the United States, he met my mother. Together they set up a small store in Brooklyn for people from the community to shop for their Santeria practices that they brought to the US from whatever countries they came from. 

People in the community grew to love my father, and though he was strict with us, he was incredibly charming, and he was big fan of enjoying life, a trait that I have as well but took to an extreme and found myself struggling with addiction. Yikes. But back to my father, if there was ever music playing, he was the first to get up and dance, even as he became an older man with crippling knee pain, and then he would follow up that movement with a voracious appetite to eat any and all the good food. 

So when he died at age 90, though I was pained to see his journey with us end, I also processed his death as a natural occurrence. My father had the privilege of aging surrounded by loved ones. He danced through his final years and traveled and saw the world. It was a natural ending to a well-lived life when he died on April 27, 2018.

My boyfriend, Ian, and his death nearly crushed me. Ian was in recovery from addiction to opiates, and as happened to so many others getting clean and sober, the pandemic ripped people from their support systems. Ian relapsed, and within days he was gone. I was devasted because I had already seen myself in Ian’s future. We talked about love, marriage, kids, and where we would live and travel to. We spent so much time making plans that the moment he passed, it was like, not only was his life cut short, but my mind had also interpreted his death as equivalent to my future being ruined and deemed hopeless. 

Imagine looking down a brightly lit hallway where you can see every part of your future that you’re excited to walk toward, and as you start confidently making strides, the power goes out. You can’t see anything, and you think the lights will never come back on. That’s what life was like until I got sober and started working around my grief. 

Today I understand why one death hit me differently than the other and that it’s okay that they were different experiences. I know that there is no letter of approval that the universe will send me to tell me that I have been grieving the “right” way, and if you’re missing a loved one, this is your reminder of that, too. Stop waiting for an external sign that you’re doing it “right” because that sign only comes from within.

If you need support navigating loss, don’t hesitate to reach out.

One helpful strategy to work through grief is to write about it, so I welcome you to check out my free writing workshop if you want to take a baby step toward telling your story of a lost loved one.

The Greatest Gift a Mother Can Have, The Return of Her Son: Gary and Cathy’s Story

Gary’s mother, Cathy, reflects on her journey supporting Gary through his active alcoholism and addiction. She shares what it’s like seeing him in recovery today. Gary’s story is below.

“This is the longest I’ve been sober since when I was a baby until I was 12.” Gary laughed back in early March, chatting with me about his sobriety date in July. 

“I get to share my life today in treatment facilities that I used to do everything to avoid, I love to share the solution. Life today is pretty amazing, I have a great job that I’m sure grateful for. I know I’m growing because if I miss a day of work, I actually feel bad about it. I used to love being off. The first 6 months of my recovery felt like a pink cloud, but depression has definitely been creeping up in the past two months.  It’s crazy, people actually ask me for advice now because they see me doing well. It’s humbling. Of course, I do the work for myself but I love the motivation of others. Today is great. I have a safe living environment, I live with my former sponsor. It’s amazing that you don’t worry about anything when you try to do the next right thing. Sure I wish I could make a little more money, but there is a lot of peace at the end of the day. The best part is that my mom doesn’t worry, I actually answer the phone when she calls, and we have a great relationship today because I don’t terrorize her.”

Born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky, Gary had a great upbringing because of his mother, Cathy. When he was eight months old, Cathy divorced Gary’s father. He struggled with his own demons, and Gary’s mom didn’t want Gary in a toxic environment.As a single mother, Cathy worked hard to provide him opportunities to go to good schools, and any time he had a problem, Cathy was always there for him, without a doubt. Eventually, she married his stepfather, who was another positive addition to Gary’s life as a child. His stepfather supported Cathy in raising him as a single mother. “I’m really grateful for my step-dad. He did a lot in helping my mom with me. I know I was spoiled but he helped make sure I wasn’t too spoiled. My mom and I, we’ve always been so close.

Gary as a child with Cathy. Provided by Gary.

As a kid, Gary remembers having had all the “isms,” what some people in recovery groups refer to as childhood signs of future addiction. He felt he never had enough. There wasn’t anything that Gary was satisfied with where he didn’t want more. Though he did well in school, Gary was rebellious outside of it. He recalled being a young teen trying beer for the first time, “I didn’t even like the taste of it, it was more the excitement that I was doing something wrong. I should have noticed I had a problem from way early on, but it didn’t seem weird because everyone else was doing it, too. It wasn’t til I was alone years later shooting up heroin and I looked around and realized that I’m alone, then it hit me.” 

When he was 18, Gary was hit head-on in a car wreck, and despite having severe injuries that required intense recovery, Gary still was able to start college with a roaring start to his academic career. With days consisting of cocaine and alcohol, he remembered one of his most embarrassing moments when his grandmother visited his dorm. She opened his closet door only to have bottles of Southern Comfort crash down on her. Did he acknowledge that he maybe had a problem then? No.

“I mean,” Gary reflected, “I should have realized when I was kicked out of school and had to go back to Louisville that I had fucked up. But alcoholic, addict that I was, I didn’t.” At the time Gary’s behaviors blended in well among his college peers. It wasn’t until after graduation that everything started to escalate in all areas of his life.

For example, Gary had a beautiful girlfriend who later turned into his wife. Though they were happy for a while, it wasn’t your traditional love story either. 

“What was getting married like?” I asked. “ Well, when I got engaged, it was thrown together. I hadn’t gotten her a ring, I was jacked off coke, and I went down into the basement. So when she came down and turned the lights on, I was there on my knee. I originally imagined asking her to marry me on Mt. Fuji, but no. I did it in the basement. But she was happy. She had always wanted a wedding, and I adored her. She used (drugs) with me, and in the beginning, we were both functional, but eventually, things got bad with us.” 

“So earlier you said you said alcohol, coke, and pills were your thing. How did you get into heroin?”

Gary responded, “I used to be the type who said, I’ll never do meth, I’ll never do heroin. If you say that today, just give it time.” He went on to explain his first exposure to heroin at his dealer’s house. “I got to his house and I walked in. There’s kids running around, drugs everywhere. I’m not even phased by seeing kids around drugs at that point. It’s kind of embarrassing. Anyway, I’ll never forget, I saw a brown line of stuff on his dresser. It caught my eye. ‘What’s that?’ ‘That’s H, that’s boy.’ Ya know, heroin. Then of course, my dealer joked and said, ‘Bet you can’t take that line and make it home.’’ So Gary did, he continued, “I hate romanticizing drugs and I try not to, but I’m not gonna lie, I never felt better. I spent the rest of my active addiction chasing that feeling,” he concluded.

So if you do the math, that means that for the next 6 years of his life, Gary had heroin almost every day. He estimates that he spent over $200,000 over the years.

Though his drug use escalated, Gary was functional. He did well at a successful company. Gary shook his head, reflecting on how he would crush pills in the middle of the workday. He would use, then suddenly his productivity would shoot up. His boss would always remark, “damn Gary how did you get all of that done?” Gary smiled at me mischievously through the Facetime screen and shrugged his shoulders.

Between him and his then-wife’s combined work income, they bought a lake house near Bowling Green, Kentucky. Things were okay for a while. They worked, used, worked, a pattern that is familiar for many functioning alcoholics and addicts.

At one point Gary was moved to finally meet his father. I asked,  “So you randomly wanted to meet your dad?” Gary confirmed, “Yep, it was a genius idea I had while high on coke.” 

All these years later, Gary’s dad was still in active addiction, while on the other hand, Cathy, Gary’s mom, feared for Gary’s life as she heard about his drug use from others who witnessed it. At the lakehouse, Gary started to lose control. He would drink over a handle of liquor in a day. His tolerance had gotten so high he was using fentanyl, too. Everything seemed manageable to him until it suddenly wasn’t. One of the most giant red flags Gary experienced was when he and his then-wife hosted a dinner party for some childhood friends. Though he didn’t overdose, Gary snuck out mid-meal to get high and nodded out at the dinner table upon his return. His friends, sure, they drank, but seeing Gary’s chin drop down to his chest and his eyelids droop was enough to confirm to his friends what they had been suspecting, Gary was definitely an alcoholic and addicted to drugs. He was in danger. Upon returning to Louisville, those same friends made sure to let Cathy know, who felt on a heart wrenching level how close she was to losing her son. 

Gary in active addiction. Provided by Gary.

“It was out there. I had a problem. I lost my job because of a slip-up. I would ask drug dealers to ‘hold the heroin’ and just give me fentanyl, so I went to rehab in 2019.” Gary, however, explained that he really hadn’t suffered enough to want to truly get sober. He only went because he wanted people to get off his back, especially his mom at the time who was worried sick about him. So when Gary left the facility this first time, he got high in the parking lot on the way out, got drunk, and ended up back at that isolated lake house south of Louisville. Now he started using drugs intravenously. His mother, if she was lucky, maybe heard from him once a week, even when she tried calling him every day. “I just wanted to disappear,” Gary explained, “I wanted to be able to hide, get high and not have anyone who cared, know.” 

When Gary did choose to reach out to his mom, it was usually in a drunken stupor after drinking 1-2 handles of liquor. “I’d call my mom bawling my eyes out, then I’d end up in rehab, and suddenly I’d be like, ‘How did I end up here?’ I was in a really dark place. I was trying to get sober and I was failing.” 

As Gary continued to struggle, his mother Cathy also needed to find guidance of her own. After leaving rehab, Gary’s tolerance dropped significantly, so what he used to use and drink without a problem was now enough to kill him. He overdosed well over 10 times until he got sober, the number may have been as high as 15 times or more. His mother herself had found him blue and possibly dead a few times.  

How were you supposed to love your only son who could at any moment kill himself? Cathy found a support group for herself and resolved to love and support Gary, but not financially. Gary laughed as he shared how he was resentful when his mom was encouraged to not enable him with money. “I mean, I get it now, I didn’t then,” he chuckled. 

As Gary’s life got more complex, his hopes vanished, too. He and his wife’s relationship had gotten so toxic that they separated. He had limited access to money. He was losing his house. He couldn’t stop drinking, and his thinking was incredibly distorted. He believed he had no way out, and knowing that his body could no longer handle drugs how it used to, he resolved within himself to get high one final  time. He knew it would kill him and he was ready. “I had had enough. The fun was gone. The partying was over. I was killing my mom. In my mind I was like, ‘I’m doing this to make sure I NEVER ever wake up.’ So I took it. Then, I started to feel a warm, weighted blanket coming over me instantly. I knew then that I would die, and something in me panicked, ‘Oh my God I’m killing myself!’ So the last thing I remember is texting my friends and my mom. I sent my location from my phone. Later, I woke up in an ambulance.” 

I asked, “So, who got you?” He responded, “My mom. Usually, if she had been at home or at work, she would have been 30 minutes away from where I was, but she was eating lunch two minutes away. She knew what was up, called an ambulance, and she came and found me. I was in the car. I was blue.”

Gary and Cathy Today. Provided by Gary.

Gary said a friend of his in recovery often says, “I hope you reach a level of desperation you never want to go back to.” After Cathy saved him from his suicide attempt, something changed in Gary. He can’t quite explain it, but the change led him to completely let go. He was ready for his stay in a psychiatric hospital after he was revived. He was ready to engage in rehab and take all the suggestions. He was prepared to participate in his twelve-step program and become a contributing member of his recovery community. 

Today, Gary’s relationship is restored with Cathy. The greatest gift a son could give his mother is the gift of peace of mind. Today, Cathy has that. 

Gary has been sober since July 16, 2020.

If interested in contacting Gary or Cathy, please send a contact request to Jessica.

In Memory of Carolyn

Submitted by her mother, Susan.

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My daughter died on Jan 3 this year at age 50 from alcoholic liver disease. She had been struggling with alcoholism for many years, and finally, she succumbed. She was loved and had lots of encouragement to stop drinking. And she did make it to 90 days a few times, but it did not last. 

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She was staying with another alcoholic for the past year and caring for her, so she had lots of opportunities to keep drinking. One of her many lies was that her liver was fine. 

Two months before she died, I noticed her jaundice. We went right to the hospital, where she had gone many times for help drying out, and she stayed for 3 days (all of this during COVID). Those who cared for her gave her good advice and hope, but she got worse and worse in the next 2 months with a swollen abdomen and legs and feet. She never lost her yellow coloring. 

She went back to the hospital a few times but was not admitted. She came to stay with me a few times but could not get up the stairs, and lived on my couch. It was horrible to watch. 

The last time she came was 4 days before Christmas since the hospital would not admit her. She was not eating, and I tried my best to take care of her. Her son, age 19, came to my house on Christmas Day, so she did have some time with him. The other son, age 21, did not come. They had not seen her for months, so he was shocked and scared. She told him, “I’m not going to die,” but the day after, I called an ambulance since she was very, very sick. The EMT hugged her dad and me and said we might want to consider hospice, which I had thought about. 

She gradually declined over the next 7 days, was on a feeding tube and developed pneumonia. The hospital took good care of her and even let us have 2 people visit as she got worse, and they allowed the closest family to be with her the night she died. It was horrible and not at all like the movies. 

She was angry and distant for the last few days, so we never had a “good” goodbye. One of the doctors said they had seen a big increase in the number of alcohol-related diseases in the past 6 months. 

Despite all the hard, hard, worrying times as her mother and her go-to person, we had many wonderful fun times. She always tried to make it through our holidays and get-togethers somewhat sober. I will miss her terribly, forever. 

We had a small ceremony. Everyone who sent cards and commented talked of her very wonderful, sparkly, and beautiful being. She was much loved.   

Thank you for letting me tell this story. I needed to write, just like you did. 

Sadly, 

Susan 

When I asked Susan for permission to share her and her daughter’s story, she also asked me to include her obituary. Susan wants to share with the world that yes, Carolyn was very sick, and more importantly, that she was incredibly loved. Please read below:
Carolyn Marie Wanner (July 14, 1970–January 3,2021)

A bright sparkly personality left us grieving when, despite her best efforts, Carolyn Marie Wanner, 50, lost her battle with alcoholism on January 3, 2021 at the Greeley Hospital. Her close family was present to say good bye and must now learn to live without her happy presence.

Carolyn was born in Eugene, Oregon, on July 14, 1970 and moved to Greeley when she was just 6 weeks old. Even as a little girl, she loved people and said hello to anyone who would catch her eye. She could also be counted on to defend her little friends from bullying or harm, a friend you could trust.

A capable student, she became an excellent writer and loved reading and all things having to do with performance and theater. After attending Cameron School, Maplewood Middle School and Heath Junior High, she graduated from Greeley Central in 1988, where she continued to participate in activities, especially theatre, choir, forensics with her group of friends who felt right at home at her house, doing their homework and just hanging around.

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She never hesitated to help anyone, even if it meant giving away her last cigarette or $5 when she saw someone in need. Those who knew her were grateful to have had her friendship and those she briefly encountered were always graced with her welcoming smile.

She attended The University of Northern Colorado for one semester, taking a class from her dad and then went off to UC Boulder to earn a degree and had way too much fun socializing, gathering more friends into her life. When she earned her BA in English and Theatre, she was so proud.

In her own words, she said “The energy and allure of the hospitality industry and the people it attracts suit my personality perfectly. I love it!” and that is where she spent her career, working at a number of venues in various capacities, including the first Rock Bottom in Denver. She gave exceptional service at all times and earned a lot of tips with her huge smile and ability to put customers at ease, chatting to everyone, just like when she was a little girl. But, with Carolyn, it wasn’t just about the tips. She was a performer at heart. Her dreams of being an actress were played out doing improv with her customers.

On August 8, 1998, she married Dante Dunlap in Denver and they had two exceptional sons, Max, age 21 and Ethan, age 19, of Denver. She loved being a mom and was often called the “cool mom” by Max and Ethan’s friends. Her sons meant everything to her. Following her divorce, she had a variety of relationships, but never remarried.

In addition to Ethan and Max, she is survived by her saddened mother, Susan Malmstadt, and father, James Wanner, his wife Rene Oya, her loving brother, Christopher Wanner, sister-in-law Sonya PauKune, nephews Blake and Sabin Wanner along with her aunts, Patricia Malmstadt and Carol Haluska, an uncle Dick Wanner, cousins Tere and Steve Schultz, Andy May, Laurie Malone, Carissa Russell, Leslie Andrews, Jennifer and Kristin Wanner as well as extended family and a slew of friends across the state and the country.

The family would like to thank the medical staff at the Greeley Hospital 3rd Floor Acute Care Unit for the exceptional care they provided Carolyn and the family.

Contributions in Carolyn’s memory can be made by check to Greeley Central High School GCHS Thespian Troop 657, 1515 14th Avenue, Greeley, CO 80631 Attention: Brian Humphrey or to the Colorado Restaurant Association Angel Relief Fund for restaurant workers affected by COVID. 

Donate online at corestaurant.org.

To contact Susan, email me at jessica@jessicaduenas.net and I will relay the message to her.

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