If drug rehab saved me it can save anybody. That’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I had a monkey on my back for more years than I’d like to admit and it definitely had it’s grimy little hooks in me. You can ask anybody I know. I was a bonafide wack job for years on end and nothing seemed like it could pull me out of the grave. I was two or three hits away from taking a dirt nap and it almost felt like I was leading the charge to make it happen. I’ll be real, I wanted to cash in my chips and check out. I honestly felt like death would have been the only effective way to end my tormented way of life. That’s when drug treatment changed everything.
Once my mom and my step dad got a hold of me, they sent me right to the best addiction treatment center they could find. I fought it at first, but things started to take shape after I was used to being there. Withdrawal sucks ass, my friends. That’s for sure. But you’ve got to take it all in stride and continue telling yourself that it’s for the best. And actually, it is. I just looked at it like instant physical karma that you’re paying back to everyone that you’ve hurt while addicted. It didn’t help me when I was going through it but it’s definitely going to help me never go back.