From Chains to Calling

This is Steven Lavoie's own story, told straight — no polishing, no preaching. From the Sugar River banks of Claremont, New Hampshire to the floor of a detox unit at three in the morning: a normal kid in a house where alcohol was furniture, a grandfather's barn where belonging came in a bottle, the first drunk at fourteen, and the slope that carried him further every year while he told himself he was still standing.

Then came the bottom. The reaching. The 3 a.m. prayer. The slip nobody wants to talk about. And the calling he never saw coming. Written from one year sober to past two, this Christian recovery memoir refuses to lecture you — the chapters stand alone, so you can start wherever your own story is: the dark chapters, the slip, or the boring middle where most recoveries are quietly won or lost. Take what's useful. The hope is the point.

If you've ever wondered whether a life that far gone can actually be turned around — whether faith fits in the wreckage at all — this book is one man's honest answer. Read it for the story. Keep it for the proof that nobody is past saving.