How Rehab Saved My Life
I’d have been a goner, if it weren’t for rehab. I was dead. Deader than dead. So dead it’s a wonder I was ever even alive at all. Before rehab, during the Unpleasantness, I was a shell of anyone I’d ever been or wanted to be. I lost my wife. I alienated my friends. I couldn’t hold a job for more than a few weeks. I was, well…I was a goner. And I guess that about says it all.
Rehab, so you know, isn’t easy. It never is. It can’t be. Rehab works by turning addicts into New People, by helping them learn new ways of engaging with themselves and their world. The typical rehab patient can’t Function, as they say, without resorting to drug use. If you’re going to get sober…if you’re going to stay sober…rehab has got to help you break that dependency. Short of that, you can’t ever hope to be anything but gone.
Rehab for worked for me. The fact that I’m here, writing this, is nothing short of miracle. And believe me: Not a day goes by that I don’t drop to my knees and say thanks. For rehab. For healing. For the second chance I got from my rehab program, when everyone who knew figured I was well past saving.
I can’t imagine how any gift would have ever been more worth getting.
