Have you ever considered drug treatment? Trust me, if you need it you should definitely consider taking it on. Drug treatment helped me and my buddy Josh. We were definitely in dire straits by the time we got into rehab and if we hadn’t gotten into drug treatment we may not have even made it another day. Drug treatment changed everything.

Me and Josh were a couple of hellions for sure. We got so screwed up on so many occasions that we actually became defined by it all. Things hit a new level when we became roommates! It was never weird to find either one of us awake, at any time of day or night, reeling from the effect of whatever drug, or combination of drugs. Life in our apartment was more like a game that had gone on so strong for so many years that it was nearly impossible to stop. Drug treatment changed all of that too.

So far, Josh and I have both been sober for about six years and believe me when I say that no one in the world would have seen that coming. The road has been long and rough, at times, but without drug treatment we wouldn’t even be continuing the journey.

Some people inherit houses, or trust funds. Me? I inherited alcoholism.

My old man was a drinker. Socially. Antisocially. Asocially. He wasn’t a drunk, mind you; he never came home sloppy, or with lipstick on his collar, or with an urge to lay into me and my Mom. He was a pretty good dad, actually…he just enjoyed a beer or two or twenty along the way.

Alcoholism stems from two sources: genes on one hand, environment on the other. Obviously, Dad handed his boozer gene down to his one and only Son. He also taught me to Drink: taught me that Drinking was a thing people did when they got home from work. Or finished mowing the lawn. Or woke up in the morning.

So yes, I got the double alky whammy from ol’ Dad…the genes and the example both…and I suppose in some ways I never had a chance. Until I got alcoholism treatment. And it showed me that inheritance only works if the inheritor assents to it. At that, believe me, was the most important lesson I’ll ever learn.

Think you can’t get hooked on marijuana?

Think again.

Marijuana addiction is a real thing. I know because I lived it, because I wound up trapped in a world where it was like there was just me and my desire to smoke…and where everything I did ultimately had to lead me back to weed.

I know marijuana addiction is a real thing because I spent years trying to beat it…and because I know firsthand how good it feels to finally get clean.

I was a shell of myself, when I smoking. I didn’t care about my family, my friends, my job; I didn’t care about anything but marijuana itself…and believe you me that’s the best way to wind up feeling awful lonely.

Marijuana treatment gave me my life back. It’ll give you yours back too, if you give it a chance. For you own sake, don’t wait another day. After all, your future’s not going to be around forever.

A random memory, from first or tenth or hundredth day of alcohol rehab:

I am lying in bed, at the alcohol rehab center. It is morning, I think: early morning, that time of the day when the sun is more of a rumor than anything else, a dim and distant whisper of gold fixed somewhere beyond the horizon. It is morning, at the drug rehab center, and I am lying in bed and listening to the blood pulse against my temples and feeling the dust settle against my eyes and all I know is that I Want. To Drink.

I Want To Drink so badly that it’s all I can do to keep from banging my skull against the headboard, there in alcohol rehab at the alcohol treatment center. I Want To Drink so bad that I swear to God it’s like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life…like I have somehow almost become the wanting, there in bed at the alcohol rehab center. I am my urge To Drink now, and if this is alcohol rehab then I don’t know if I can do it, even if I have to, and even if it’s the only way, and even if this, this alcohol rehab at the rehab center, is the last and best and only chance I’ve got.