I am the wife of Jason, who is the Assistant Director of Hope House. We have two sons, Jake, eight, and Coy, four. I was once told that drug addiction is not a spectator sport, we all play the field in some way or fashion. I was an enabler, I denied, played off, and lied about Jason's addiction. When we found out I was pregnant with our first child, we could not have been happier. Neither of us knew what to expect. After reading many books on pregnancy and the first year, we thought we were prepared for anything. I started showing signs of postpartum depression, which tore us apart. Why was it happening to us? I was sitting on the couch, holding Jake, our son, thinking, "I know I'm supposed to be happy. This is the best day of my life. I have never been more in love with anyone or anything in my life, I could not feel more desolate! What the heck is wrong with me?!?" My postpartum lasted through Jake's first birthday. That's when I realized Jason was on methamphetamine. I left him countless times, I felt so lost and hopeless. After Coy was born, Jason's sister took us in so we wouldn't have to live with Jason's addiction any longer. While we lived with her, we started attending church. I'd never really been to church, not on a regular bases anyway. My eyes were opened one day while reading my Bible. Even if Jason got off drugs, he'd never become the husband and father I so desperately wanted him to be, I was going to be okay because God would take care of me. He had my back when no one else did!! After that, things changed. In February of 2014, Jason called and said he was in rehab in Hamilton and wanted me to know he was working on getting sober and building a relationship with God. I didn't believe him at first, but here we are, over three and a half years later and he is still clean and sober. God changed him into the man he is today. Without going through this hardship, we would never have the relationship with God that we have now. We still have hard times but we know God will see us through them all.