3 Days in a Haze: A Story of Resilience and Restoration

By Sarah Myers-Greve

SURRENDER, HEAL, FIGHT!

You may wonder if there is ever a way out of darkness when you have been trapped for over a decade. After reading of the freedom Sarah found in the middle of her darkness, you will find hope for your future and for those you love and care about. You will hear of miraculous restoration when it seemed impossible. Afte

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Jun 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887383019

Sarah Myers-Greve

Author Sarah Myers-Greve is a wife, a mother, and the founder of Invitation Ministries. She works to help people throughout the United States find hope in jails, under bridges, and in some of the darkest places in the world. She is an ordained minister, featured on CBN's 700 Club, a graduate of both the Louisiana Teen Adult and Teen Challenge program and of the Emerging Leaders program.

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Dedicated to:

My family: my husband, Anthony Greve; my father, Buck Skinner; my mother, Julie Myers; my sons, John Kyler and Casey; my daughter, Lilly Grace; my sister and her husband, Jenn and Jeff Kilgore; both of my grandmas, Ethel Davis and Connie Myers; as well as the entire Myers and Skinner family and all those who prayed and supported me through my journey!

While all of the stories in this book are true, some of the names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.

Chapter 1:

I Never Thought I Would Grow Up to

Be an Addict

I could hear the boots walking on the gravel from twenty-five feet away. It was the police looking for me to arrest me on the warrants I had been running from for the last couple of months. I sat in the dark, in the old shed, listening and waiting for the time they would come so I would know when to run. That old shed was full of chemicals where we had been cooking a batch of crystal. Right out in the middle of town, we hid in that shed and tried to fool everyone but weren’t fooling anyone—especially not our families.

Here they were, sneaking up on us. I could hear them, so I ran and jumped under a huge pile of clothes while they snuck up to the door and asked James if he had seen me. He denied seeing me or knowing where I was. So they asked if they could search the place. He agreed, which was pretty brave, seeing as we had an entire meth lab behind the recliner inside that little shed.

As they searched through the place, I know they must have thought that we were hoarding stuff—there were clothes piled to the ceiling. They walked right past me and one of them even stepped on me. I froze. I right then thought my life was about to change. I had so many warrants for my arrest. I knew I wouldn’t be released for at least the next four years. But suddenly, they walked right on through the little shed that we had turned into a house of darkness. I let my breath out and thought that was a close one, and I kept running.

I never thought I would grow up to be an addict or a meth cook, but here I was wondering if I would make it out alive.

Chapter 2:

Overalls and

a Gold Chain

Looking back at my first memory. I was five years old, and I was in our beat-up old station wagon with my big sister Jenn and my mom. We stopped at a yard sale and I remember my mom buying me a gold necklace. With no front teeth from all the candy I had been eating, I smiled from ear to ear. I was so happy to just be with my mom and sister and have a normal day. Times were hard when Mom and Dad were fighting, which sometimes was more than not.

I loved my light blue faded overalls. I had them on with a sleeveless pink button-up shirt underneath. It was so hot that day I got a sunburn. My mom and I loved to go yard sale hunting, and that was when I saw her happy; finding a deal was always fun for any of us! When she bought me the necklace, I felt like a million bucks! This was one of my first memories as a little girl and one of my last good memories with Mom and Jenn.

Two weeks after our yard sale day, my mom and dad got into a disagreement and separated. My mom moved into town, about twenty minutes north. Sweet memories were cherished and held tightly, because they didn’t come often. My mom took me and my sister with her when she moved. This was the first move I experienced with changing schools and moving away from my dad. I was really a daddy’s girl; I was the baby of the family, so this move was hard for me!

Everywhere my dad went, he took me, and every store I went into, I came out with something; especially a Slim Jim and a chocolate Yoo-hoo. That was our favorite thing. We always ate a Slim Jim and a chocolate Yoo-hoo together. I was so close to my dad, so when we moved, I missed him so much that I would throw fits at our new house just for him to come and get me. My mom would have no choice but to give me my way and call him and then let me go home to my dad’s house.

Of course, being alone in the house with my sister and my mom was hard. This is when my mom’s drinking, depression, partying, and taking pills got worse. My mom was diagnosed with many mental disorders. She took thirty-five different prescriptions on a daily basis. Because of my mom’s depression, she was going to three different doctors, and they were all prescribing her a different list of medication. We had a pharmacy at our house—well, at least it seemed that way as a little girl.

That’s me & my big sister

Chapter 3:

Chicken Noodle Soup

I was eight years old when I learned how to cook. All by myself, I turned on the stove and started cooking chicken noodle soup and making a sandwich for my mom. I came home from school to find my mom completely unconscious. I couldn’t wake her, but I knew she was breathing. I thought I had better make her some soup. That would make her feel better when she did wake up. So, I turned the eyes on and started making a grilled cheese and some chicken noodle soup. After it was finished, I tried to wake Mom up to eat, but she wouldn’t wake up. I was afraid and alone.

Finally, my sister came home, and I told her I couldn’t wake Mom. She called my dad because Mom was asleep for so long. Mom had taken something that caused her to sleep really hard.