In 2007, my mother and father once again signed me up for a treatment center, in the hope that I would once and for all stop doing everything in my power to kill myself. It was their final attempt to keep them from having to bury their son. “This is the last one,” my dad told my mother.
I never imagined I could accomplish this. To anyone who says it’s too hard and can’t be done — you are wrong. I was an addict for 16 years and now I am proud to say that I have been clean for a year and I couldn’t be happier with my life.
Most people thought I would die before I ever got sober. Other rehabs I had been to told me I was a “throw away client” and told my parents to not expect much from me. And here I am. Years later with a life beyond my wildest dreams.