After three days in treatment, I realized that I wanted to live again.
Fifteen years ago, I walked into my last treatment center. I was strung out on heroin, and my life had become more like death. Every day, my addiction took a little bit more from my soul. I was at a point where I didn’t even know who I was anymore. I had lost my friends, my family, and everyone I cared about. I hurt them. Many of them walked away because they couldn’t watch it anymore – track marks, overdoses – it became too much for them to bear. It was too much for me to bear.
On the morning of March 16, 2006, I woke up and went for a walk. I knew my life was about to change, and I didn’t want it to. I preferred to suffer. I felt terrible about myself and where my life had gone. On the walk, I called some people I used with, and they came to pick me up so I could get high one last time. I disappeared, and my wife at the time was wondering where I was. I came home right before we had to head to treatment. I felt like my life was about to end.
Sobriety sounded terrible and only for the quitters who couldn’t get their shit together. I fought the whole process for three days, and then everything suddenly changed. It’s hard to describe, but the urge to live came back to me after the drugs ran through my body. It was my fourth treatment center, but definitely my second chance at life.
I started this scholarship fund because I know there are people out there just like me. People who are struggling and dying right now. People who can benefit from sobriety and yoga. Help me raise this money so we can give them a reason to live too.