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Zach, alcoholic. I spent 14 years drinking and “partying,” literally killing myself. In April 2018, I landed two 5150’s in back-to-back weeks, detoxed, drank even more and finally said “I need help.” On April 19, 2018, I walked into Socorro and have been sober...

It took me a long time, and a lot of hard work, to become the man I had become.  I’m not sure that I could even call that person a man. I’m not sure where I got my idea of what cool was, but I know...

In 1998, Marlene asked me if I would be willing to start a new group for the clients of CRI-Help. Since I was finishing up my MA in Pastoral Theology, I started what became the Spiritual Exploration group. Two years later, she asked me if...

The following letter was in the December 1972 issue of the CRI-Help Crier. It was sent by ED Davis who was, at the time, LAPD Chief of Police. Among the five people identified in the letter were Mary Neil, the Co-Founder of CRI-Help, and four...

AND NOW FROM THE ALUMNI CLUB (TAKEN FROM THE DECEMBER 1972 ISSUE, MISTAKES AND ALL) It was about 19 months ago I kind of stumbled into CRI-HELP'S office and had a long talk with Bill and decided that I'd give it a try since in all the times I...

On May 1, 1971, CRI-Help, Incorporated opened its doors in two run down houses in Sun Valley, California.  It wasn’t until December of 1972, that we were able to lease and move into our present location in North Hollywood, which gave us 64 beds for men and women.  In...

By Joshua Fierro (Class of 2019)             Let me start off by saying that I wasn’t always a convicted felon. I once had somewhat of a normal life. By normal, I don’t mean perfect by any means. I come from a family of addicts. I was born and...