At 17, I received my first prison sentence. That marked the beginning of a 15-year cycle of incarceration, drug use, and selling drugs to fund my habit. I didn’t realise then how much control drugs had over me, or the pain I was causing my family. I missed out on so much, especially in my children’s lives.

My name is Daniel Woodburn

I spent 21 years in and out of addiction. In that time, I lost my identity, my family, my dignity, and all my morals that I once had. I turned into a person that I hated and despised.

My name is Greg and I am addict. When I look back at my life now, I believe I was an addict before I ever touched drugs. From a young age I would always be obsessed with things and do everything 110%.

I had reached a place where there was no more running, no more hiding. It was change or die. So I chose to change. Even when it felt unbearable. Even when every part of me wanted to give up. I stayed. I showed up. I faced myself.

I completely burnt my life to the ground, lost everything of real value, I don't mean material stuff, I mean my family, and everything else I valued, this brought me to my rock-bottom.

To hide my drinking, I would stay up late and sleep in the spare room. I told myself it was OK because I was still a good provider for the family. When my partner became pregnant with our daughter, I decided to stop drinking. But I was kidding myself.