Stories of Addiction: Jonathan's Story
Continuation….
My family had no choice but to shut me out, I was as dangerous to them as I was to myself. Life spiraled out of control, I hated the person I had become but I was falling so fast I couldn’t even decide which way was up. In fact, it was like I wasn’t even a person at that point. I was just this ‘thing’ that spent every hour of every day trying to score some more dope. When I started using I was consuming drugs, now it was the drugs that were consuming me.
When I hit rock bottom I was sleeping on the streets and a dog that I had tried to keep as a pet decided to leave and find a better companion. At first I was crushed, not even my dog thought I was a worthwhile person. But I was lucky, that dog’s decision saved my life. I needed to know that I was alone, needed to know that I had no place else to fall. I hit that bottom hard but I learned to kiss the floor as I finally became receptive to HELP!
It broke me. I didn’t want to be sick anymore. I knew I needed help or I was gonna die. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you it’s easy. I don’t think rehab ever is. It won’t happen unless YOU make it happen… but you can not do it alone, nobody can. Every day is its own struggle and the only weapons we have in this battle are our faith and our true friends.
Getting yourself surrounded by the right people, the ones who care about you and not the dope… the ones you meet in a structured recovery program… they are the light at the end of the long and very dark tunnel of addiction.