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By Steve Wildsmith | (stevew@thedailytimes.com)
The last time Karla Sells-Gourley was on thefront page of The Daily Times, she was an inmate atthe Blount County Jail.As a gesture of kindness, a corrections officerallowed her to read the story. Local Realtor chargedwith three counts of prescription fraud — it washeadline news and would be one of the most-viewedstories on The Daily Times website for 2009.She wasn’t allowed to keep the paper; all she took back to her cell was the knowledge that her uglysecret was now public knowledge, and upon herrelease she’d face judgment, scrutiny and publiccondemnation.After 67 days, she was released, and so began thelong journey back for the William Blount HighSchool graduate and Blount County native. Thanksto the Blount County Drug Court program, she did-n’t make that journey alone.“It gave me something to focus on that’s posi-tive,” she told The Daily Times recently. “It allowedme to prove myself through my actions rather thanrunning my mouth. I learned good things will hap-pen when you’re doing the right thing, and I realizedthat if I can get through that, I can make it throughanything.”Acceptance, powerlessness, humility, honesty,willingness, faith: Such spiritual principles are foun-dation stones for a life in recovery, and through ther-apy, Drug Court, God and family, Sells-Gourley hasembraced them — perhaps more so than she everdid before. Looking back, she can see how herinability to accept — her desire to do and to fix andto make right — led to her addiction.
The trigger
Her son, Keaton, was born in 2007. When he was3 months old, he was diagnosed with craniosyntosis,meaning his skull bones had fused together prema-turely. Sells-Gourley and her husband, Kevin, wentfrom Children’s Hospital in Knoxville to Erlanger inChattanooga, where the first meeting with doctorsplayed out like a horror movie, she recalls.“I just remember them saying it would be a mas-sive surgery, that they would have to peel his faceoff, and they gave me a book that had these graphicdetails of this surgery,” she said. “I became con-sumed with it. If I looked at it once, I looked at it amillion times, and the more I looked, the madder Igot — at God, at other people who had healthy kids. “I was playing the poor, pitiful Karla card. I wassad because I wanted to fix it, and for the first timein my life, I couldn’t.”She had prescription narcotics left over fromchildbirth, and in an attempt to get a few hours of restful sleep one night, she took some. Whateverbiological marker lurked within was instantly pushedinto the “on” position, and her addiction soon mani-fested itself with frightening force.“They gave me energy,” she said. “I could takethem and conquer the world. And when you add thatinto a situation where you feel helpless, the pillsgive you false hope. It was a recipe for disaster.”
‘Nobody knew’
The first warning sign was when she ran out of the original prescription. That fleeting moment of panic seized, and she soon turned to shady onlinepharmaceutical sites that charged $400 per prescrip-tion. The entire time, she continued to sell real estateand maintain a front of domestic bliss.“Nobody knew,” she said. “It was a secret. Ithought that if I didn’t take them, if I didn’t havethem, then I couldn’t cope. And if I couldn’t cope, Iwould be a failure.”She convinced a physician friend to write her aprescription, and soon she began altering the pre-scriptions. She remembers clearly the first time shesuccessfully had one filled: the heart-pounding terrorof waiting at the pharmacy counter, and the exhila-rating thrill of walking out with the pills.“You live in such short-term little periods,” shesaid. “There’s not much of a future,because your future is the next 20days until you run out of pills again.By the grace of God, I didn’t have anactual street dealer, or I would bedead.“Nobody wanted to quit morethan me, I just wasn’t capable of it.It was overwhelming. I would try fora day or two, and then I would getsick. People have asked me, ‘Didn’t you love yourson more than that?’ But it had nothing to do withhim. You simply can’t, because you’re incapable.”
End of the road
Like all addicts, Sells-Gourley eventually came tothe end of her road when the 5th Judicial DistrictDrug Task Force was alerted to her prescriptionscheme. They questioned her in the parking lot of CVS and told her they would be back in touch.Despite her denials on the spot, she drove home witha sense of both dread and relief.Her first call was to her husband; her second, toher mother. They both rushed to her side, and Sells-Gourley admitted she needed help. She left for aFlorida rehabilitation program that day.It would be a year before charges were eventuallyfiled against her, and during that time, she workeddiligently on herself. In 2009, however, her attorney,Joe Costner, called. She was on vacation in Floridawhen he gave her the news: Face trial, or agree toDrug Court, which would include more than twomonths in jail.“For a fleeting moment there, it would have beenreal easy to stay in Florida, or take Keaton and justgo, because I was terrified,” she said. “But what elsewas I going to do?”She returned home and made preparations toreport to the jail. The night before, unable to sleep,she tip-toed into her son’s bedroom and watched thegentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Her tor-mented mind was a storm of fear and dread.“People think 67 days isn’t a long time, but beinga mom and having been through all that with him, Iwas terrified,” she said. “I kept thinking, ‘What if heforgets me? What if he thinks I’ve left him? What if he thinks I don’t love him anymore?’”
‘Really was a blessing’
Her time in jail — which began with stripping off her street clothes and being given lice shampoo dur-ing intake — wasn’t easy. She refused to let familymembers bring Keaton to visit her, for fear he wouldbe traumatized by seeing his mother behind glassand unable to embrace her. She called home once aweek. She prayed. And she began the next phase of her self-improvement.“It really was a blessing for me, because it took me out of all the pressure and isolated me and mademe focus on myself,” she said. “I made friendshipsin there, too, because I was no different than theywere except for family support and a little bit of money. And in the end, none of that matters. All youhave in this life is God and family, and that’s all thatmatters.”After her release,Drug Court served asher anchor. Shereturned to work with-in a week of herrelease; in 2011, sheadvocated for theappointment of TammyHarrington — theassistant district attor-ney general who prosecuted her case — to theCircuit Court bench.“At that time, it would have been super-easy forme to fall off the wagon,” she said. “I’d like to think I would have stayed on my path, but I can’t say forcertain.”These days, she’s more successful than ever —Coldwell Banker Wallace & Wallace announced lastweek she was the top closing agent for the first quar-ter of 2013 — in her professional life. Throughwork, commitment and time, she and her husbandare closer than ever and now have another son —Kollin, 2. And she serves as a member of the non-profit Blount County Drug Court Foundation, theorganization dedicated to providing financial supportand publicity for the very program of which she wasonce a part.“It makes me feel good, and I’m honored to doit,” she said. “For me personally, the most importantthing in life is to have a purpose, and maybe I wentthrough what I went through to help others and showthat people can change and come out on the otherside. Anybody can. It’s not a death sentence. Lifewill go on.”
“It really was a blessing for me, because it took me out of all the pressure and isolated me and made me focus on myself.”
Photo by TOM SHERLIN | THE DAILY TIMESKarla Sells-Gourley, once a participant in the Blount CountyDrug Court program, is now on the board of the program’sfoundation, a nonprofit organization that raises funds for reha-bilitating repeat nonviolent drug offenders in the community.