Drug Rehab Centers

I didn’t find a drug treatment center; a drug treatment center found me. I woke up one in morning in a drug treatment center ICU, with a tube down my throat and a horrific clanging in my skull. I didn’t know how I got there. I didn’t care. All I wanted was to use…and use and use and use and use.

Funny how requests for illicit narcotics don’t go over especially well with drug treatment center caregivers.

I didn’t get my wish, fortunately. It took three or four days for me to get my head right…and after that my time in a drug treatment center was a constant fight, certainly not the kind of thing I’d ever want to go through again. But it worked. It really worked. Waking up in a drug treatment center was the best thing that ever happened to me, and not a day goes by that I don’t get down on my knees and say thank you to whoever’s listening.

I didn’t find a drug treatment center, but I sure as hell found myself once I got there. In the end, I’m not sure that anything could ever be more important than that.