So you’ve decided to conduct an intervention for the addict you care about. And you have you no idea how to go about it. That’s okay. You’re far from alone. A crisis intervention is a daunting task, one that should never be undertaken lightly. If the addict you care about is going to get better, it’s going to be because you tell him exactly what he needs to hear, exactly as he needs to hear it. And to do that, you’re going to need help from a professional interventional specialist.

The intervention services offered by exclusive rehab facilities can be instrumental in helping friends and family members frame and deliver their intervention message. Remember, an addiction intervention can only be successful if it goes forward in an atmosphere of love and support. In the most practical sense, that means that you have to marshal your emotions in the course of the intervention…which is precisely what intervention specialists are trained to help you do. Don’t wait another day to start learning that lesson for yourself.

Sometimes it seems like drug rehabs in Los Angeles come a dime a dozen. In fact, Malibu rehab has become something of cliché in the popular press, especially given the number of Hollywood celebrities doing stints in addiction treatment. But all the hype doesn’t mean there isn’t really substance to the rehabilitation process. The truth is that drug rehabs change lives. To get healed in drug rehab is to reclaim your dignity, and your capacity for joy. Whatever the media says, it’s hard to imagine how anything could ever be more important than that.

The bottom line here? Don’t wait another day to make the right decision. If you’re a victim of addiction, you can’t get better without addiction treatment. More to the point, drug rehabs can’t help patients who won’t walk through the front door. Rehab has to start with you, with a first step. It’s well past time you finally started walking.

My little brother died of a heroin overdose. He died alone in a small hotel room in a foreign country. He’d want me to tell you, tell the whole world, that you don’t have to go out like that. He was a good guy, a loving, fun, smart guy. But he was also a drug addict. He didn’t want to die, he just didn’t know when to say enough. He would have wanted me to tell you about drug addiction treatment. His best friend, another serious partier, and probably another addict, works at a rehab in Los Angeles. While we both live in the same city, we don’t see that much if each other. I wish we did, but we don’t. It makes me fell good that his friend is sober now, and helping other addicts recover from their addictions. It’s a cool part of the cycle of life. While I miss my brother dearly, and wish that he was still with us. I do understand that his death helped others live better lives in a weird, cool way. My brother loved his friend and while I don’t know it for sure, I like to believe that one reason he got sober and is now helping other addicts is that he knew and loved my brother.

Drug rehabilitation ain’t easy by any stretch of the old imagination, but it is definitely worth a fair shake. Lots of people act like they have got it all figured when it comes to talking about it, but you know they ain’t saying shit. People say that it’s a scam and they say that it isn’t really successful. Yeah, whatever idiots! People are dumb and it’s not our fault. Take solace in that. Really, it’s all you’ve got. Even though there millions of people like us who know that drug rehabilitation successfully turns people’s lives around, there are always going to be those chosen fools who will remain naysayers. That’s just life. You know another great name for naysayers is haters. Yeah! There will always be haters out there. So what?! Don’t worry about them and worry about yourself or that loved one who’s suffering from drug addiction. That’s what’s really important in the first place. Let the haters talk. That’s what they do. If haters aren’t doing their jobs, then you should be worried. Get help or get help for that loved one. Who cares what anyone else thinks about what the hell you are doing. Get it done. Time waits for no man.

Now it wasn’t the thing that I would have said would have worked, but it did. Who would’ve thought that an intervention would be the thing to get Mom into rehab? Not me. I thought she’d never get back on track. She had been so messed up for so long that it just seemed impossible for her to straighten out. She did straighten out though. It was crazy. We held the intervention at the house and made it as comfortable as we could. Everybody was there. My aunts, my cousin, my brother, my sister, and even Pops came by. We all sat there waiting for Mom to get home, each with our own stupid look on our faces. When she finally got home. We all just froze. No one said anything for a minute. It was like she knew that it was an intervention before we even started and somehow she seemed cool with it. We all talked and cried. Then, when we were finished we all cried again. It was a shock to all of us, but Mom actually agreed to go to drug rehab. It was crazy how well it worked, but at least it did. I haven’t seen Mom be Mom in years and it’s a great feeling.