About Us

Since 1970, CAT has been successfully treating addiction, making it the longest standing addiction treatment center in the region.

Where there is breath, there is hope

By the time I turned 19, my herniated disk injury resulted in a prescription for Percocet that changed my life forever. Getting hooked on opioids wasn’t something I planned on doing. It kind of snuck up on me but soon after I starting using, my sense of humor gave way to depression and anxiety. My Irish head of red hair was falling out. I was just skin and bones by the time heroin took over my life. My mom kicked me out for stealing repeatedly.

So there I was… running the streets with my husband, sleeping in abandoned buildings, doing just about anything for the next high. But it was never enough. Inside, I felt unloved, scared, and lonely and didn’t know where to turn. My precious daughter, Olivia, had long been in the care of her father – and that was okay with me – at least I knew Olivia was safe.

But I was not. Somehow I survived an overdose of heroin,. It really woke me up and I decided to make a change. Hitting rock bottom actually empowered me. I mean, I knew what the bottom looked like, there was no denying it. The power came from surrendering. It was the hardest but best thing I ever did for myself.

Luckily, I did not have to go it alone. The nurses and doctors at CAT understood my disease and knew just what to do to help me get through detox. After that, I decided to stay for the 28-day program, followed by another stay at a longer-term recovery house for women where I lived for four months. Another two months of transitional housing made me realize I had built a strong foundation of working the recovery steps, attending support group meetings and surrounding myself with sober support. I was ready to step out on my own.

Along the way, my second daughter, Evelyn, who is 2-years-old now was born. Today, I not only take care of Evelyn but my own mom,  since my dad passed. She really needed my help. She’s been disabled for quite a while and dad always took care of paying all the bills, taking the trash out, cutting the grass, etc. After his passing, I pretty much took over where he left off.

I have to laugh now when I realize that mom not only added my name to her checking account – she actually put her house in my name. Funny that now I own the property I used to be banned from!

My advice for those still struggling is that where there is breath, there is hope! If I can do it, anyone can. As the Big Book tells us, it’s a life beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Kristina L.