Jeremiah’s Testimony

Hi, my name is Jeremiah Poulin. I used to be addicted to meth, heroin, and cocaine—honestly, I’ve done just about everything you can think of. 

I come from a loving Christian family. They raised me right, taught me values, and showed me what it meant to live with faith. But even with all that, I didn’t feel accepted

by most kids growing up. The ones who did accept me were the ones getting into trouble. 

I started smoking weed at 14 and selling drugs around the same time. Not long after, I got arrested and ended up on probation and house arrest throughout my entire high school years. Even then, I kept using and selling. I still went to church during that time—I thought I knew God back then. 

But everything shifted when I lost three of my cousins to suicide. I was angry—angry at God, angry at the world. I thought I could live life my way, without Him. For a while, things felt like they were working. I kept dealing, using, and getting into trouble, but I managed to graduate high school. That just made me believe even more that I didn’t need God. 

After graduation, I started doing cocaine and ended up getting arrested by a SWAT team. That was my first time on adult probation. I stayed clean for a short time after getting out, but then I rolled my truck at 19 and picked up more charges. No one died in the crash, and somehow, I walked away. I started to believe someone was watching over me—my best friend who passed away, who I had asked to be my guardian angel. But I was still in denial that it was really God looking out for me. I was still bitter about the people I had lost. 

After the crash, I ended up in drug court. Around that time, I found out I had a son—and that my ex was pregnant with our second child. That news made me straighten up for a couple of years. I completed probation and stayed out of trouble. 

But then my ex cheated on me and left. That broke me. I slowly spiraled back into old habits. From ages 21 to 24, I went deep into that lifestyle again—selling drugs, using, and cutting off everyone who cared about me. I told myself it was to protect them from the world I was in. My parents rarely knew where I was unless someone else told them. At 24, I met my ex-wife. For six years, I stayed out of trouble. We had two more beautiful kids together. I had everything I thought I wanted. I started to believe in God again. I felt like my prayers were being answered. 

But when I turned 30, life took another dark turn. I let the weight of everything get to me and slipped right back into my old ways. I relapsed hard and battled addiction again. I overdosed eight times on heroin. 

Through it all, I was given so many chances—I’ve never been to prison, just did a 60-day evaluation. Looking back, I can see now that God was always there. He never gave up on me, even when I gave up on Him. 

Now, I’ve been clean for 18 months—not even smoking cigarettes—all thanks to God. It took me a long time to truly surrender, but I finally see that He’s been showing me the way from the very beginning.