July 28, 2005 is a date that marks a major event in my life. For 28 years I've been using some form or another of mind altering chemical, legal and/or illegal. Initially it was all fairly harmless and very recreational. Over the last decade this has changed dramatically; 2 overdoses, several car accidents, legal trouble, financial ruin, estrangement from family and friends are all fairly indicative that one has a problem with substances. Not being able to go without your substance of choice without the onset of severe illness is fairly indicative of addiction. I had reached that point sometime over the last 2 years and was only staving off illness, not enjoying any euphoria from the drugs I was using. On July 27, 2005, even in my extreme morphine and xanax induced haze, it was clear that I was powerless over these substances, my life was increasingly unmanageable and I was slowly dying.
I called Starlite Recovery Center in the Texas Hill Country and my workplace EAP and made arrangements to check myself in the following day. By late afternoon on July 28, 2005 I poured myself through the doors of Starlite and began my 29 day stay.
The first few days were spent detoxing and were physically very rough. Suprisingly I was in relatively good shape emtionally as I was so relieved and grateful to be getting the help I so desperately needed. The ensuing days consisted of regular meetings including addiction education, relapse prevention, 12 step study and 12 step meetings. It also included a great deal of time and opportunity for introspective thought.
At Starlite, one is housed with 69 other people ages 18-70 who are addicted to virtually any substance that you choose to mention, from alchohol to heroin. There was a police officer, a Russian Orthodox priest, a schoolteacher, a banker, a couple of attorneys and a variety of others. I came to know and befriend virtually all of my fellow addicts and understand that although we were different in so many ways, we were also very much alike and certainly shared the disease of chemical dependancy. This disease does not discriminate in any way.
I completely bought into the entire program, something I had previously been unwilling to do. I began studying and working the first steps of the 12 step program and quickly discovered that what I had for years been resisting would be the key to getting well. I completed my stay on August 27 and arrived home feeling refreshed, reborn and having crystal clear thought.
I've since returned to work and settled into a schedule that includes regular sleeping patterns, regular meals, gym time 5 days a week, no mind altering chemicals, weekly couseling appointments and NA/AA meetings and, as my brother so aptly points out, a rather boring life. The word "boring" is used as a positive adjective here considering the "exciting" life I'd been leading was surely killing me.
People close to me have been amazingly forgiving of my drug indiced antics and supportive of this effort. I feel loved. The family members who I've been in contact with have shown love and compassion. I'm slowly contacting old friends who had long since given up on me and broken off contact. I was particularly grateful for my friend Michael who called and didn't feel the need to tell me how fucked up I'd been (I am acutely aware and can kick myself for it better than anyone else), but simply said, "I'm really impressed and proud of you for taking this step."
I'm impressed with and proud of me too.