Rehabilitation Center
First, I had to go through a period of detoxification at the
rehabilitation center for treatment. I desperately had a desire to have
every ounce of residues, drugs and alcohol to escape my body. I knew I no
longer desired to feel sick regularly, but feel pure again. The
rehabilitation center had a sauna for the cleansing process for me to come
out as a new person, instead of my former self—feeling listless and ill
constantly walking around in a daze. I had doubts about my treatment and
felt I would never improve. Thankfully, the rehabilitation center proved
me to be a liar.
I learned plenty of life skills for me to seize control of my actions,
life and environment. I didn’t have to justify anything anymore, as I now
made decisions for myself. My transformation from a pathetic substance
abuser to a productive human being reminds me of the Darwin chart of the
progression from primate to a fully functional man. I’d be lying if I said
the alteration was painless for me. The rehabilitation center taught me to
give up many adverse habits I adapted during my 15 years of drug
addiction. I was the first person that thought I would never be able to
become a recovered drug addict. Thankfully, my rehabilitation center
thought differently.
The process was complete madness and I had constant nightmares. In the
duration of my initial rehabilitation and hospital stay, I attended
meetings and consumed prescription drugs and liquor after these meetings.
Of course cocaine was a major part of my unhealthy diet and I was in
desperate need for a rehabilitation center immediately. I actually had a
sponsor that mentioned to me at one time that I still had a way to go
before I completely quit. Although I had cravings for drugs and alcohol, I
knew what he was telling me was absolute garbage. I needed a
rehabilitation center to help me achieve sobriety before it was too late.
At a chiropractic seminar, I learned about my rehabilitation center
through a pamphlet. I contacted the treatment facility by the Internet and
then I telephoned them. Immediately after the telephone call, I went
bonkers as I abused cocaine and alcohol the entire weekend.
My girlfriend found out what I did and threatened to leave me if I
didn’t seek rehabilitation center assistance. I finally made the ultimate
decision to enter the rehabilitation center with the support of my
girlfriend, family and friends.
Although I was a heavy drinker and I abused plenty of cocaine, I thought I
had everything under control and wouldn’t need any rehabilitation center
therapy. However, I was emotionally and mentally dying, and I couldn’t
even feel anything anymore. I had a desire to feel, but I lacked the
suitable reactions to normal situations. The rehabilitation center
would’ve been a wonderful place for treatment and perpetual recovery. I
didn’t realize my body was on a rapid decline, as I was regularly ill.
Several friends and relatives suggested that I enter rehabilitation at the
rehabilitation center, but I just wanted to die. I figured that death was
the answer to avoid dealing with the dilemma at hand. Most substance
abusers, alcoholics and drug addicts feel the exact way, and I was no
different before my stay at the rehabilitation center. By the grace of
God, I ended up in the hospital instead of six feet below ground in a pine
box. Subsequent to a severe blackout, I had to cease drug abuse and
alcoholism for nine months.
My life was extremely horrifying through the withdrawal stage for about
a month—the rehabilitation center was still a few months away.
Unfortunately, I still had a serious craving for alcohol and drugs.
Today, I can honestly admit that I feel clean, sober, substance-free and
useful. I was walked around with a number of excuses for my reason to
leave this earth. Now, thanks to the rehabilitation center, I have the
capability to apply and receive new methods to live a prosperous, upward
mobile life. I feel that I owe my life to the rehabilitation center.
However, I really owe my life to God and to myself. I was at a regressive
spiral for the last 15 years of my life before entering the doors of the
rehabilitation center. I no longer knew how to be content or happy with
life. I needed the detoxification I received from the sauna at the
rehabilitation center because I was on my way to becoming a helpless
junkie. My health and energy are rejuvenated, and I manage to have a
control on my life I lacked in the past. The various good and bad days I
experienced at the rehabilitation center taught me to understand my mood
swings and ways to diminish them. It was a small miracle, but now I have
strength, courage and happiness…thanks to the rehabilitation center.
I am so thankful of the staff and clientele at the rehabilitation center.
They all helped me by believing in me every step of the way.
I didn’t have a good day everyday for the three months I was in
rehabilitation at the rehabilitation center due to my negative spirit and
insecurities. There were times I felt I couldn’t push much farther, but
the staff constantly kept me on the ball and encouraged me to give it my
all. It’s never easy to ponder on where I started—only someone who’s been
at a rehabilitation center for treatment will fully understand. I’m still
not completely sure where life is taking me, but I know I won’t be
returning to the rehabilitation center for rehabilitation as an addict.
That sort of life is behind me, thank God. I’ve paid my dues and came very
far to return to the addicted, frightening life I possessed before
entering the rehabilitation center in Malibu, California. My life is now
completely substance free and I recently started a new job as a customer
service representative at a telephone company.
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