One Patient Finally Understands
From the time I was very young, I dealt with a lot of issues, in the sense that I was an addict before I even picked up the drugs. It all started when I started to get in trouble in school, and then things started to progress. I started smoking weed at 11 years old and quickly a couple years later got into pills, and from there it was downhill, from using to selling, from selling to gangs, and you can only imagine where it went from there. By the time I was 17, I had already been shot at, stabbed, arrested 4 times, in a lot of fights, kicked out of schools, and just didn’t care about life, it didn’t matter if I lived or died.
It was at that age that I thought I needed help, but I wasn’t ready, but didn’t have a choice because courts forced me to get help. At that point I went to my first 2 treatments, but I wasn’t ready to admit that I was powerless over it all, I believed I could smoke weed and drink, so that’s what I did, in the end I went back to the needle again.
Months and months later I decided to get clean again and it was only to go back to the same lifestyle of running, and gunning, and doing the same stuff. This went on again for 2 years. In and out of treatment, jail, and not caring about anyone or anything except money, drugs, woman, and the lifestyle. At 21, I decided it was time to try it another way, so I went to detox, moved, and enrolled in school, but before long I was just going to school to meet new connects, and to sell drugs, even more now, then before, and ended up back with the same gang involvement, and just stopped going to school, by this time I had already been arrested 7 times, stabbed, in psych wards, hospitals, multiple car wrecks, and very close to death multiple times.
While I was 21 I was put in the hospital for MRSA, and was 12 hours away from death, the doctors had said. So at that point I decided to go into treatment again, and again I didn’t last long, I ended up leaving, and I ended up on the streets for 7 months sleeping next to train tracks, homeless, spending all my money on drugs, just not wanting to live, but not wanting to die, and arrested again, and again. At this point, I had been arrested about 9 times, etc., etc. So I decided I was going to give up on myself, and that everyone else was to, although everyone still wanted me to get it.
From the time I was 21 to the time that I was 23, I went in and out of treatments, only to go back to the same things every time, just never doing the things I needed to do to stay clean.
At 23 years old, I buried my 2 close friends who died of overdose in my house, followed by the death of my grandfather, after that I watched my buddy die rite in front of my eyes, a month and a half later I received the phone call that my brother died of an overdose, and a little while after that I lost a child. After that I had gone off the deep end, and just wanted to die.
Between March 2010 and November 2011, I had been in over 10 treatments, including Wellington Retreat two times and the problem was I never opened up. I always wanted meds, never got a therapist that I made myself comfortable with and I always wanted to do it my way.
I can truly say that Wellington Retreat is a state of the art treatment center that has some amazing doctors, that know what they’re talking about, who are willing to give anyone 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and even 4th chances. They manage to get everyone on the right medication or off all medications. They have helped me to realize that after 10 years that I am completely powerless and that I can’t do it my way. I have found a therapist who I can open up with completely and feel amazing with. Today I am clean and very truly happy with my life. Thank you Wellington Retreat for saving my life.