Drug Rehab Centers in Pontiac, Michigan

My name is James Nicholas, and if you would've met me five years ago, you'd have likely crossed the street to avoid me—or maybe I would've crossed it myself, ashamed and too drunk to look anyone in the eye. Today, by the grace of God, I walk with my head held high—not in pride, but in awe. Because I should be dead. Or locked up for life. Or lost forever. But Jesus had other plans. I spent over 20 years behind bars, scattered between Alabama and Michigan prisons, the result of a life ruled by addiction, destruction, and desperation. I had once believed I was beyond saving. I was a crack-smoking, vodka-pounding, naked-on-a-bike kind of broken, with a rap sheet and a rap sheet's worth of regrets. I was the guy everyone gave up on—except Jesus. I chased drug’s and alcohol the way I should’ve been chasing God. And in my madness, I wrecked marriages, friendships, and even my own children’s trust. I blew eight years of sobriety after my first wife went to prison. That pain sent me spiraling down faster than I thought possible. I landed in a filthy room above a bar in Monroe, Michigan, living like an animal—meth, LSD, crack, booze—sometimes all at once. I didn’t care if I lived or died. Truth be told, I preferred the latter. But on May 6, 2020, I reached the end of myself. No money. No hope. No home. Just me, a phone, and a decision: die alone, or cry out for help. I called my friend Craig Mortz, and in that moment, God cracked open the door to freedom. Three days later, I walked into Grace Centers of Hope—broken, stinking, and terrified. It was the beginning of everything new. Grace Centers didn’t just clean me up—they raised me from the dead. It wasn’t just about sobriety or a bed to sleep in; it was about structure, accountability, faith, and family. It was about learning how to live again—with purpose, with dignity, and most importantly, with Jesus Christ at the center. I started mopping floors and cleaning toilets. I loved it. Not because I had to—but because, for the first time, I was useful again. Then something crazy happened: I began to believe what Pastor Clark was preaching. That Romans 8:28 wasn’t just ink on a page—that “all things work together for good to those who love God” could actually include me. Even after everything I had done. The Word of God began to heal what 13 rehabs, 20 years in prison, and countless bottles couldn’t. I stopped trying to numb my past and started surrendering it. One day, I looked in the mirror and realized—I wasn’t a mistake. I wasn’t trash. I was a new creation in Christ. Forgiven. Redeemed. Repurposed. Today, I’m sober. I’m married to the most amazing woman, Rebecca, who loves Jesus as much as I do. I own a detailing business—The Detail Pro LLC—with a reputation for excellence in the metro area. I help build homes for the very people I used to be: addicted, abused, and abandoned. And I get to tell them—there’s hope. Because I’m living proof. Grace Centers of Hope gave me the structure. Jesus gave me the strength. Together, they turned my tomb into a testimony. So, to anyone out there thinking it’s too late or too far gone—look at me. From drunk tank to detail shop. From prison stripes to paint sprayers. From despair to discipleship. All because God never gave up on me. And because somebody built a place called Grace Centers of Hope, where I found not just help—but healing. My name is James Nicholas. I was a slave to addiction. Now, I’m a servant of the Most High God. And I’m here to scream it from the rooftops: Jesus saves. Jesus restores. Jesus redeems. And I'm living proof, I love you Jesus Christ.

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