Not long ago, I attended a support group for recovering addicts. Previously this group had been my “home group” and I attended nearly every day. I arrived early and was sitting in the room, thumbing through my phone, waiting on the meeting to begin. Three (3) “newcomers” entered the room and asked me if the recovery meeting had been moved to a different room. I smiled and explained that we were all in the right room. I am one of the many faces of a recovering addict.
My path to drug addiction occurred 17 years ago when I was in my thirties. On the night I first used what became my “drug of choice” – cocaine, I was a thirty-five (35) year old reasonably successful attorney from a small town in western Kentucky. My father was a local minister and also worked for the local power plant. He and my mother did good work on raising their family of five. That particular night as I watched the UK/Vandy football game at Commodore Stadium, I had no knowledge or thought that I was about to embark on a journey which would quickly result in my addiction to cocaine and ultimately result in some pretty significant legal consequences yielding an opportunity to live with the government for a minute (lame attempt at hipster type talk).
After the football game, several friends whom, I had known since high school wanted to visit “Music Row” in downtown Nashville. It sounded fun and I wanted to go, but I had worked hard that week and that day – I felt I was simply too tired to go. I did not want to be “the sleepy friend” that slowed down their fun. I told them I would meet them for breakfast in the morning. A solution to the low energy crisis was proffered by my friends. At that point, I had no knowledge that my friends were recreational cocaine users. At that moment and in that environment, it seemed like an edgy but safe experiment. I suspect knowing what we all know now, those friends wish they had not offered the experiment. Obviously, if I could choose to avoid the experiment, I would as well. What followed was additional use in an effort to accomplish more. More of everything. More work, more play, more fun, just more.
My journey to “rock bottom” was a speedy course, and when I got to “rock bottom,” I did a couple of “face plants” just to make sure I really was at “rock bottom.” My arrival at “rock bottom” and the journey of recovery has been a fairly public course of events. The consequences of my addiction included a 10 month stay at a federal prison camp located on an Air Force Base in Alabama where I completed a 9 month drug rehabilitation program. It always surprises me when I encounter individuals who do not know that part of my story. I am very willing to talk about addiction and recovery and often do speak about addiction and recovery.
I think the decision I made earlier this year to campaign for our city commission with specific agendas (including bike paths, sidewalks and a more transparent analysis as to how our city should embrace its future with regards to its presently unregulated electrical power grid) makes the issues related to my past addiction, consequences and recovery relevant. To ensure the voters of Paducah obtain necessary and relevant information on the candidates, I sat down with the Paducah Sun for a long chat about addiction, recovery, local politics, sidewalks, local electrical power rates, bike paths and the need for addressing the issues with the City Hall building. In that interview, I provided the following statement:
“For an approximate twenty-seven (27) month period during my thirties, I struggled with drug addiction. There were legal consequences and as a result, I got the opportunity to live with the government for a little bit and while there, I completed a nine (9) month drug rehabilitation program. While it was a very hard and humiliating time in my life, I thank God for it. I am grateful that I will turn fifty-two (52) this year and it is my desire to share a story of grace, recovery and hope with my life.
Actor Robert Downey, Jr. is inspiring to me as both an actor and as a recovering addict. I have followed his recovery in large part because he and I are the same age and the timing of our legal troubles coincided almost precisely to the day. With regard to recovery he said:
‘Job one is get out of the cave. A lot of people do get out, but don’t change. So the thing is to get out and recognize the significance of that aggressive denial of your fate, come through the crucible forged into a stronger metal.’
I strive each day to make these words true in my life as well.
One of the reasons that I have tried to develop a campaign of specific ideas is because I hoped for transparency on this topic. The last thing I want to do is hoodwink any voter into voting for me without transparency. In an effort to avoid that occurrence, in March of this year we launched a campaign website which disclosed my past struggle with addiction. The website also disclosed the story of recovery and further disclosed a theme of ideas for the City of Paducah. I hope the voters will seek out both that story of recovery and those ideas for our City at www.eddiejones.com.
Closing comments about the image with this blog and the title to this blog – the image is a group selfie taken with an i-pad, back when i-pad’s were the “new thing.” My father died in 2012. I am so very grateful for the support he and mother gave me – real modern day “Luke Chapter 15” (Prodigal Father/Son Story) stuff on their part. Little Allie Jones is growing into a beautiful young lady and a father could not have a more supportive daughter. We deeply enjoy a community of parents and friends in Paducah, Kentucky.
About the title of this blog, the disease of addiction continues to move through our culture – often in the blending form of “Waldo.” The chemicals and the prescriptions change with generations. However the hope of life after addiction lives and moves through our culture. I am sure glad that “hope” found me.
A very inspiring story.
Eddie, great story! You are a very uplifting person and a true example for our youth!
Awesome. More folks need to come forward. I don’t know one family that addiction has not effected in some way. I wish I still lived in Paducah to work in your campaign.
You give hope to a lot of people who are struggling or have struggled with these types of issues, that not only can you overcome, you can excel! Thanks, Mr. Jones!
You’re a good man, Eddie Jones.
Very inspiring article. Good luck in the election
Count me (with many others from your hometown) who admire your courageous story. Congratulations on your life of sobriety, and may happiness and success continue for you. The experiences you are sharing may serve others in their struggles with addiction……and recovery.
May God continue to bless you, Eddie……as well as your beautiful daughter!
Eddie, Your family and my family knew each other at First Assembly of God Church in Henderson. So thankful hope made a difference in your life glad you’re doing well God bless you …Many wins !!
Beautifully written, Eddie. So proud of you!
I respect you even more after reading this. Thank you for sharing!
Proud of you Eddie. What an encouraging testimony. Proud to call you my friend.
It’s like you were made for Paducah. Addiction and Paducah are synonymous to a lot of people. A healthy city goes a long way in helping those looking for healthy alternatives to getting high.
I would like to speak with you. I’m a recovering addict from Paducah
You know how special you have always been to me. I am so proud of you, Eddie.
Eddie, when I first heard you tell your story many years ago, it forever changed the face of what a drug addict looked like. You made me understand that it could have been me or anyone in my family. Thank you for your courage in sharing.
you are a wonderful man, I am so happy for you and your family, you will help me as a youth and my family. thank you so much for the courage in sharing