The intervention that my family performed on me woke my ass up. Hell yes it did. I was in a daze for longer than I would like to admit. My meth habit had taken me to the edge of hell. I was completely consumed by my addiction and there was really no way out of it. I had been doing meth for a crazy long time and nothing was going to get me out of it. My mom had tried everything. And no matter how much she tried I just continued to get worse and worse. It was like I was another person who had no recollection of the person he had once been. The intervention was my family’s final attempt to help me reclaim my life and they all chipped in. When I got home to that crowded living room I immediately knew what was going down. They all sat me down and explained how they felt about my addiction and told me that they wanted me to get help. I took what they said to heart even though it meant admiting that I had a problem. They had a counselor from a drug rehab present and he told me that he was willing to take me there if I agreed. The rest is history. My wake up call was amazing and it got me back on track for sure.