Wenatchee Seekers

09/02/2026

I started using when I was young. Really young. But, I honestly didn't even have the mental capacity to realize what I was doing.

I started sipping cold/flu medicine when I was 6-7 years old. Honestly, I just liked the flavor. But I
I hid it because I knew this much, I wasn't supposed to take it if I wasn't sick.

But, like any addict, when I find something I like, I can't get enough of it. So, one tasty sip turned into another & another.

My mom? She didn't know I was drinking it & I think she just liked the fact that I would take naps on my own.

I didn't know I was getting drunk!

A couple years later, I drank my 1st beer. By 10, I was smoking w**d. By 11-12, it was all day, everyday.

In my early 20's, I was one of two w**d dealers in a community where everyone sold crack.

Well, I let curiosity get the best of me, I wondered why everyone was selling their souls for this s**t. So, like any good scientist, I decided to do research & got hooked, and I mean RIGHT NOW.

I finally got away from crack by moving to Lynnwood, WA.

When I got a little older & started shoeing horses, my back hurt. All the time. The doctors gave me Oxycodone & I found my new love.

When they stopped giving me that, I didn't switch to He**in and Fentanyl wasn't really on scene then.

By then, I was struggling in my marriage & I'm not blaming anyone for my choices, but I didn't was never taught the proper tools to deal with my feelings. I didn't know any other coping mechanisms other than to use... something.

Gang bangin', growing up on the streets & in that culture, that's what I was taught. And since the gang was my father figure, I did was I was told. I masked my feelings, my emotions.

So when my marriage began failing, rather than try to clean my side of the street, I found some crack again & covered it...

2019, my marriage ended. I lost my shoeing business. My wife told me we could split the house. She was taking the inside & I could have the outside.

I was back on the streets. This time in Tacoma, WA.

In September of that year, I came to Wenatchee. And just like when I was 6 & I didn't know what I was getting myself into with Nyquil, I walked into the rooms of recovery not knowing what to do or what to expect.

I got 30 day key tag. 3 times.

I didn't know what to do. So, just like when I was gang bangin', I did what they kept telling me to do... I kept coming back.

Now, I'm not different than all those people who say, "It don't work for me."

That's why I got 3 thirty day key tags! But, then, I started to actually do the work.

It was uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

And I only knew one way to deal with that discomfort. But I kept doing what they told me to do. "Keep coming back. Don't use in between meetings. Hit 90 meetings in 90 days. Minimum. Read the literature. Get a sponsor. Work the steps."

The s**t was exhausting and I cried all the f🤬ing time!

I hated it!!

What I didn't realize is that I was healing.

One day, not too long ago actually and because I was talking to my sponsor about a situation like was some bad ass. He just smiled at me & told me that I'm not actually the bad ass I think I am and that he knew because I was as angry as I was when I 1st joined the fellowship.

Suddenly, it hit me...

It actually DOES work... "if you work it"
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If you're struggling with addiction & want to get free. I want to challenge you.

Hit me up & we'll go to meetings together. ( Sometimes it helps to go with someone 🤷🏽‍♂️ )

Give it a year. Just one year.

Look, you've given your addiction however long you've given it. Just give the program one year. If you're not happy with the results, go back to getting loaded. Your misery will be refunded to you.

The lie is dead, !

09/02/2026

09/01/2026

SEPTEMBER 1ST. 💜

Welcome to RECOVERY MONTH.

This month is for the ones who had to meet themselves at rock bottom and decide they weren’t dying there.

For the ones counting years.

For the ones counting days.

For the one staring at the clock right now trying to survive another hour.

Recovery isn’t always pretty.

Sometimes it’s rebuilding relationships.

Sometimes it’s sitting with feelings you used to numb.

Sometimes it’s learning how to live a life you never thought you’d be around long enough to see.

And sometimes…

it’s looking in the mirror and realizing:

Damn.

I really made it out.

September, we’re talking about it ALL.

The ugly.

The healing.

The cravings.

The consequences.

The comeback.

The LIFE after addiction.

Because people need to see that recovery doesn’t just happen.

PEOPLE FIGHT FOR IT. 💯💜

And if nobody has told you lately—

KEEP F*CKING GOING.

Your story isn’t finished yet.

08/31/2026

Some music came on this morning

ZZ Top

I ain't heard them in years

My 1st thought was to call my brother...

My brother, Beto, died of an overdose in 2016
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I hope you'll be there tonight, from 7:00-9:00 pm at Memorial Park to show your love & support for those who've passed
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Humberto "Beto" Castañeda.... I love & miss you

Rest In Peace hermano

08/31/2026

This year will be the 1st time I miss this event since moving to Wenatchee

But, I hope so many of you will go and show your love & support to those who've lost a loved one to overdose

And especially if you've lost someone to overdose. Go lift up their name to show they may be

08/30/2026

⚠️This one's kinda long⚠️

With work coming to an end soon-ish, my plan is to get back out on the streets. But that will only happen if God, Himself, gives the green light.

Which brings me to the reason for this post.

This page has received a bunch of new followers as of recently & it's important for all of you to know who I am, what I do & don't stand for in order for you to make an informed decision as to whether or not you want to continue to follow this page. That way you won't be surprised later on.

Many seem to think that I'm hiding, like so many on another local Wenatchee group page, behind an alias. So let me start there.

My name is Jorge Castañeda.

I am a Christian, therefore I stand on Biblical principles.

That is not to say that I think I am without sin or without fault or that I think I am holier than thou.

You will often see things on this page that you don't agree with & that's fine. Take, for example, the fact that I do not agree with the lgbtq+ "movement," I don't believe you are born that way and I believe your identity should not be who you are attracted to

I also don't believe God fu**ed up when He made you. You were not born in the wrong body any more than I was born addicted to crack or any other substance.

I believe all of us were fearfully and wonderfully made in His image & that "image" don't mean the ten fingers & ten toes we all have because some a yall were born with extra fingers and/or toes.That's just facts 🤷🏽‍♂️

That image is an image of love. And while we're on the subject of love, no, I don't believe love is love.

God is love.

I do believe a man can love a man. I see it every day. In the romantic sense, too. And I believe that is a choice. You will never convince me that loving someone is something you were born doing because loving anyone you love is choice you have to physically make everyday.

On a different topic, if you follow this page, and I see you talking s**t about the homeless on a different page, I will, actually, call you an as***le.

I'm not your typical Christian. If you haven't noticed, I cuss. In fact, I cuss more than a little bit. And before your newly created Christian ass tells me that, as a Christian, I shouldn't, because it's Biblical that no unwholesome speech should come out of my mouth... check yourself.

Because the fact of the matter is that just because you and 100% of the world's population think that cussing is unwholesome speech, don't mean that God feels the same way. What cussing actually is is a set of words you'd rather not hear because they're socially unacceptable. And you think that because you hold your tongue from saying certain words on Sunday morning but let loose around the campfire on Saturday night, what you deem a "real" Christian ought not say them.

It ain't nothing in the Bible that says cussing is unwholesome speech. What I believe to be unwholesome speech is anything that will lead another away from Christ. And believe me when I say that me & my "f***s" and "s**ts" and "as***les" have reached people your pastor never could.

Now, I am happy to talk about and even debate things. But, the moment you turn into an as***le... let's just say that I grew up in the gutter. I ain't afraid to get dirty with you.

Recently, a woman who's name I'll not reveal, messaged me. She is le***an and her & I had a talk. In the end, she didn't call me "hateful" or most everyone's favorite name to call a Christian that don't agree with them, "bigot." She remained very respectful and I believe I did too. She decided this page was not for her and I bade her farewell.

She had started following because she saw somethings she agreed with but when it came to my stance on that particular subject, she chose to unfollow.

I am capable of having respectful debates. I'm also not afraid to point out when someone is being stupid, dumb or if they are simply ignorant about a topic.

I don't love being corrected, but am aware that I need to be from time to time.

Talk some s**t about addicts, and that's another line I will not just let you cross on this or any other page I see you talking that s**t on.

I stand with the homeless & with the drug addicts. I stand with the prostitutes and s*x workers.

Not because I agree with the drug addict or s*x work lifestyles. I don't. And I'm a crackhead! ((In recovery.))

I stand with them, and, believe it or not, homos*xuals too, because all are in need of God's grace, mercy and love.

I am the worst of all sinners in this world. So I will not condemn you for living or acting a particular way. But, I will let you know that I do or do not agree with it.

If you are open to correction, I will do my best to correct you just as I expect my brothers & sisters in Christ to do for me. I may not love it - or you - in the moment because who loves being corrected?? Hopefully, you can take that correction with more grace than I tend to.

But, I do and will accept correction when done in a loving way. Which, btw, I'm not always great at doing myself.

Anyway, another thing you should know is that I don't need you support. I want it, sure. I even love it.

But, the only one Who's support I actually need is the one Who sent me. God the Father.

I don't do what I do for attention. I do what I do because my Father in heaven called me to do it. I'll occasionally even do it live on this page & that is so you can see that I'm doing what I told you I'd do. It's about accountability, transparency. Not performance. I ain't your monkey.

But, I can be an ass from time to time 🫏

I won't ask for your money except once a year in December when I do my yearly fundraiser. But I might ask for you to donate things like: socks, socks & more socks. Maybe some canned foods. Things like that.

Most of all, what I'll ask for, is your prayers and to help me love people.

Which, btw, may not look like you think love should look like.

But, that is the mission placed on my heart back in 2020 when this all began... "Love people."

You people have shown & taught me how to do that. And for that, I am grateful. And, I don't always do it right.

I can't wait to get back out on them streets when I get back home to Wenatchee.

Hopefully, you'll all still be here when that happens. But, if you choose to go. take care.

Don't worry about making a big announcement about it. making sure I know because, honestly, I won't care that much

God bless you all

08/29/2026

Sit at tables where they talk about God, ideas, growth, dreams, and goals. Not people.

08/27/2026

So many people have told me the program don't work for them.

1st, you can't say it don't work if you never actually worked it.

Meetings are fellowship, not the program.

If it ain't working for you, it's because you ain't applied it.

You ain't living it.

08/26/2026

Change.

Not a ton of people are comfortable with change.

A lot had changed for me before I even got here to Wenatchee. I didn't like ANY of it.

I'd lost my family. My horse shoeing business. My house. My truck. I lost my self respect.

By the time I made it to Wenatchee, I hated the man in the mirror & knew I needed to make some changesm

In , they say you only need to change one thing. And that's everything.

I'd changed my people, places & most of my things. But, like I said, I didn't love the man looking back at me in the mirror. I needed to make more changes.

So I grew a little facial hair 😅

Honestly, I really thought that would help. Turns out, it didn't 🤦🏽‍♂️

What did help was working the steps in the recovery fellowship I'm a part of.

Working those steps, I found me again. The real me. And, as I continue to work them, I'm finding the man that not only my daughter believed me to be (( If you read one of last posts, you know what I'm talking about )), but I'm finding the man I believe God created me to be.

My faith has grown. My relationship with Jesus has deepened & I have a constant, conscious contact with Him.

I found my identity in Christ.

For a crackhead like me, what more could I ask for than to be a crackhead that Jesus loves?!

No, the steps didn't make my life perfect. They didn't magically solve all my problems. But, they did give me the ability to look at the man looking back at me in the mirror and say, "You fu**ed up. A LOT!! But, I love you regardless."

P.S.

I'll probably grow the goatee back. We'll see.

For now tho, I like the way the guy looks in the mirror. And, he's starting to like me too.