Inpatient Alcohol Rehab Gave Me A Reason To Live

I was 19 years old and suicidal when I entered inpatient alcohol rehab. I had dropped out of high school, been working in an exhausting, dead-end manual labor job (until I got laid off) and really only felt happy when I was drunk. I was one of the lucky ones whose parents got me into an inpatient alcohol rehab program before I wound up wrapping my car around a tree like one of my friends did and became a paraplegic. This residential alcohol rehab did more than just help me overcome my drinking dependency; they also helped me to take steps to live a fuller and more productive life.

I started to experiment with alcohol when I was fifteen. I had just started high school and was terrified of becoming a social outcast. Drinking would become a means of fitting in as well as a means of calming my nerves. By the time I was seventeen, it had become part of my regular weekend-and sometimes weeknight-routine. I would meet up with a group of friends, whom I didn't even particularly like, and work toward getting loaded right away. Eventually I'd become intolerable to those around me when I was sober and my friends preferred my drunk self to the real me. Eventually I became so depressed and felt like a total loser that I started to think of ways of killing myself and putting an end to my pointless life. Fortunately my parents started to recognize this, but the first time they suggested I get some help, I freaked out, and left home for three weeks.

When I was drinking I never figured out that my depression and drinking were feeding off one another. I can remember a day shortly after my nineteenth birthday where I just sat on the floor of my parents' dining room, thinking about what a joke my life was. I thought to myself that I was just a waste of space and just couldn't see any way to change anything. All of this "reflection" led me to one conclusion; what was the point of living anymore. I went into my parents' kitchen drawer, got a straight-edged knife and went to work on my wrists. The last thing I remember before passing out was breaking skin.

I woke up in the hospital with my parents standing over me. My parents pleaded with me to get help. I decided that I had nothing to lose at this point by so I agreed to go. I checked myself out of the hospital, packed a bag, and entered a thirty-day inpatient alcohol rehab facility that my doctor had recommended after my psychiatric consultation. The rewards I reaped from this experience are beyond measure.

I literally entered residential alcohol treatment a different person than when I left. Their amazing rehab program awakened something in me that I never knew was even there. The counselors there gave me a whole new outlook about my life. They showed how to embrace life and take pride in myself as a person.

They strongly encouraged me to finish my schooling after I successfully completed their inpatient alcohol rehab program and to go on to college afterwards in the future. I eventually did all that and graduated from my local community college last year and today I am working and making a decent living for myself.

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