Okay, so, let’s face it. Going to a drug rehabilitation center ain’t necessarily the coolest thing to have to do in the small amount of time you’re on this ball of dirt, but if you gotta do it, get it done. That’s just how it goes down. “Drugs are bad, mmkay.” That’s what the dude on South Park says. He’s right you know. Drugs are bad and they can seriously destroy a life quicker than my ex-girlfriend. Oh yeah, and she’s the best there is at doing that. I had a pretty serious run with my drug addiction and I get mad at myself anytime that I’m forced to remember it. I know that I shouldn’t be mad because people make mistakes, but drug addiction is a mistake that nobody wants to make. My time at the drug rehabilitation center taught me how to fix what I had gotten myself into and for that I will be forever grateful. My gratitude for those wonderful folks at the drug rehabilitation center extends beyond what they did for me, however. I am also grateful for the fact that they made it possible for me to understand that life can go on after drug addiction and that my life can only become better after having been in drug rehab. That’s why I thank the drug rehabilitation center for my sober future every single day.

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.

 Does it really stop the pain? Seriously, does it? I mean that’s why you’re taking them, right? Right. So, tell me. Does it really stop the pain? If it does, then why do you keep needing to heighten the dosage? Take it easy. It’s just a question. Are you even in pain these days or is there the slight possibility that you may have a painkiller addiction​? Again, no need to get your dander up. It’s just a question. Now, let’s just take a ride to the Land of Make Believe and pretend that you’re going to indulge the next possibility that I present. What if what’s really going on is that you no longer feel the pain that those dirty little tablets of euphoria were given to you for, and, hell, maybe you really do have a painkiller addiction on your hands? What do you do now? Have you ever even pondered the idea? I mean, the only way you can ever be sure is by asking yourself that question and answering it as plainly as you can. And if it sounds like I’m talking like I know what I’m talking about that’s because I do. I asked myself the same thing five years and I finally got some help. Yeah, and you can too. Just make sure you ask yourself when you’re back in the real world.