She thought that she was fat. She always said that. She thought that she looked absolutely hideous and that she was getting fatter by the second. I guess I should have really listened to what Susan was saying and maybe I would have caught on to her eating disorder a lot sooner. Susan started working out religiously. That may actually be an understatement. Susan was completely obsessed with what she ate and how much of it she was eating. She maintained the sickest gym schedule that I had ever heard of and she was dropping serious amounts of weight daily. After Susan had lost a considerable amount of weight we decided to get her help for her eating disorder. It was the right thing to do and we did it in the nick of time. Susan got her well needed counseling and treatment and she was finally able to deal with her eating disorder. She got to the point where she was able to start gaining good weight and she was also able to regulate her workout schedule to a more normal level. I guess all women think that they’re fat, but some people just go too far.

There’s really not much to say about drug treatment other than if you need it you better get it. It never really seems that cut and dry when you suffer from a drug addiction, but nothing really does when you’re fucked up anyway. Whatever the case it is just that simple and I know that first hand. If it wasn’t for the first rate drug treatment that I received a few years ago then I wouldn’t be walking around today.

My experiences with drug addiction were definitely heinous and I’m still not ready to talk about all of them. Drug abuse took me closer to the dark side than any man should ever be and there almost seemed to be no chance of bringing me back. I regret those days of self loathing and self destruction and I accredit drug abuse treatment with having the power to turn me around. Sure I fought tooth and nail to not have to go to rehab but it honestly was the best thing I could have ever done. The other day I was telling some kid that I see all the time that maybe he should look into getting some help with a little ‘problem’ he’s been having. I couldn’t help but laugh when he asked what did I know about it.

Any alcohol rehab program worth its salt will take you to the promised land. That’s what alcohol rehab did for me. Any time that you end up a sloppy drunk that never knows where he is and can barely formulate a sentence without pausing and slurring his words, then you might almost be as bad an alcoholic as I was. There was never really any time when I wasn’t completely blasted out of my mind. I can hardly remember half of what happened back in those days other than my daily regiment. I’d wake up hung over, then I would have my morning beer. Then, I’d go to work for a few hours until lunch cocktails and then I’d get off of work and hit the bar until closing time. It used to be ugly.

I never really thought much of my terrible routine until it started hurting just to be awake. That’s when I decided to get into an alcohol rehab program. When I first went to alcohol treatment I was very skeptical about it being effective. But I was determined to stick out and make it work of sobriety. It’s definite. When I look back I’m so glad that I did stick it out because I’m on my fifth year nitely a hard road to walk when you’re trying to dry out, but , man, is it worth it if you stick it out.

A first heroin high is like, well…a first heroin high. I’ve heard plenty of metaphors over the years, but the truth is there’s just nothing like the thing itself, no metaphor or analogy that could ever begin to capture the enormity of that first high. A first heroin high is like a first heroin high. And anyone who tries to spin it otherwise just doesn’t get it.

The thing about drug abuse…the problem with drug abuse, I guess…is that you can’t ever get enough. I was hooked on heroin for three years, and in that time I was always trying to get back: back to that first time, back to the promise of the way it felt. A first heroin high, unfortunately, is a thing that can’t be replicated; no matter how hard you chase it…or how much you use…it’s never enough.

That’s what drug abuse is. That’s how drug addiction works. And believe me: It’s a bad spot to be in.

Now, if you were to say that drug rehab doesn’t work, then I would be forced to that you’re definitely talking out of your ass. I know that’s a little harsh and all that, but it really is the truth. I, myself, am living proof that drug rehab can truly change a person’s life for the better.

Back in the day when I was a champion dumbass drugs and alcohol were an integral part of my daily routine. I would wake up and get high, go to work and get high again. It was a vicious, vicious cycle that seemed like it could never possibly end. There were so many times that I couldn’t determine which way was up and which way was down. That’s where drug rehab came in.

Once I made it to a drug treatment center for drug rehab everything started looking up. The change that ensued was almost impossible to believe. I learned how to keep my cravings down to a manageable level and I was taught how to understand where my addictions came from. With all the information that I was equipped with at drug rehab, there’s no reason that I’ll ever go back to my old ways again. And that ain’t me talking out of my ass.

There aren’t many things in this world that I could say have changed my life. The one thing that I could always say impacted my life greatly, however, was substance abuse treatment. Not too many years ago the train wreck I called my life was headed directly for the crapper. I had such a problem with substance abuse that I thought everyone else was fucked up. I was never just drunk or stoned. I was usually both drunk and stoned and working on accentuating my buzz with anything else I could get my hands on. It was terrible. The worse part of it all was that I never thought that substance abuse treatment would ever be able to help me. Boy, was I wrong.

My first week at the drug treatment center was hellish. It was hard acclimating to their schedule and their rules. It sucked. I guess being a total skeptic about addiction recovery wasn’t making my time there any better. I came around though and things got better for me. I kicked the habit and I’ve been sober for 3yrs. Like I said: substance abuse treatment saved my life.

I liken it to being in the lion’s den. It is very much like that. If not the lion’s den, then it’s like being in the wilderness surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. Yeah, it’s more like that. However, whatever you liken it to an intervention is definitely no picnic.

There I was walking up the walkway to my parents’ house to ask for a well needed loan and I suddenly had a cold chill run up my spine. I know it sounds dramatic, but that was how it happened. So, the chill runs up my back as I get my keys out of my pocket and I slowly open the door to what once was the house that I grew up in which has now become the ill fated lion’s den. What ensued was the most uncomfortable amount of time that I have ever spent on this planet.

When an intervention begins it feels just like you’re being attacked from all sides. Here you have the people who love and cherish you the most telling you as candidly as possible how badly you’ve screwed up your life. Not only that, but they also tell you how much you’ve screwed up theirs. Despite all the talk about screwing up, however, there comes the part where everybody tells you how much they love you and how much they want you to get help. Now, tell me. Would lions or wolves do that?