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Drug Rehab Program
I spent 100 days at the drug rehab program treatment, but it seemed like
an eternity at the time. Many of the clients were arrogant and wealthy, so
between their snobbish attitudes and the proverbial “chip on my shoulder”,
I found it difficult to make friends at first. First of all, it was hard
for me to accept paying a whopping $35,000 for a drug rehab program
treatment in California. The other clients thought so as well, but they
behaved as if they were doing society a huge favor by finally admitting an
addiction to substances, alcohol and medications. The drug rehab program
treatment comprised group treatment sessions, one-on-one counseling
meetings, education curriculums, intense brain exercises, health and
fitness programs, and much more.
Like every other group setting of intervention or rehabilitation, clients
of the opposite sex couldn’t help but to become attracted to each other. I
was on the verge of being separated from my wife of twelve years, so I
wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for me to get involved with a woman at
the drug rehab program treatment. Through my association with a tall,
attractive woman I’ll refer to as Julia, I somehow connected with an
adolescent girl from Atlanta. Eventually, the clients and I became
somewhat of a dysfunctional family, but I have to be honest—I find it
difficult to go out of my way to visit or contact many of them since I
left the drug rehab program treatment. Anyway, this young girl was pretty
and obviously read plenty of books—she was well-versed in poetry by
Elizabeth Browning. It had to be a sunny day in the last month I was
there, but this girl became so frightened one day after one of our
stimulating group treatment sessions that she jumped onto the street from
a one story window and raced down the street leaving all her belongings
behind. I don’t know who financed her stay at the drug rehab program
treatment, but someone ultimately cried as $35,000 went right out the
door.
Julia and I became somewhat of an unofficial item at the drug rehab
program treatment. We spent plenty of time walking along the beach,
sharing stories about our friends and family, finding ways to sneak away
from the various treatment sessions, and of course arguing over anything
under the sun when we experienced mood swings due to detoxification,
rehabilitation and consistent pressure from our different staff
counselors. Julia seemed more like a den mother (she was 32-years-old at
the time) than a recovering addict at times, as the young ladies always
seemed to follow her around. This was quite disconcerting to me because I
was a loner at the drug rehab program treatment—although my friendship
with the other clients was a gradual progress. Yet, during our free time,
I only wanted to be with Julia. Anyway, another young lady from North
Carolina—with a bigger chip on her shoulder than I had—attempted to run
away from the drug rehab program treatment about three times during my
stay. Julia and I couldn’t understand why she would run away and get
caught always within three to four hours. It was almost like she wanted to
get captured. Well, the staff at the drug rehab program treatment wanted
to make an example of her by punishing her with cleaning detail. The young
lady from North Carolina found it difficult to adapt to the group
sessions, one-on-one therapy, brain exercises and anything that required
an authority figure. She had a terrible attitude and still struggled with
substance use.
During my free time when I wasn’t alone with Julia on the beach, I’d go
fishing with two or three of the guys at the drug rehab program treatment.
They weren’t bad at all, but I couldn’t help but think of all the times I
enjoyed being with Julia. We fought an awful lot, but it was almost like
we couldn’t function for more than a few hours without the other. At the
drug rehab program treatment, they actually employed real chefs to cook
delicious meals that benefited our diet and health. Although I consumed
baked Alaska, roasted chicken, spaghetti and lemonade at times, my diet
consisted mostly of broiled fish, steamed vegetables, fresh fruit, water
and green salads. Due to my fifteen years as a substance abuser, I forget
many things and it doesn’t help that I am now middle-aged. I don’t
remember the name of the brain exercises we used at the drug rehab program
treatment, but as I mentioned before—they were intense. The purpose of
these exercises was for us to find ways to keep our minds on positive
motives to refrain from going back to substances, alcohol and
non-prescribed medication.
Frankly, I feel that my stay at the drug rehab program treatment was worth
the $35,000 paid upfront—I guess, who knows—but I can’t help to think that
it resembled my idea of what it would be like in jail. Instead of
policemen grilling me under hot, blinding lights like they do in the
movies, I endured drilling exercises and rehabilitation from smiling,
patient counselors that wouldn’t give it a second thought to give us the
third degree if we got out of line. I don’t like to admit it at times, but
addicts at the drug rehab program treatment are basically sick and
twisted. We are somewhat above average in intelligence due to the fact we
conceal what we are taking and get away with it most of the time. However,
there were some of us that had to be locked in tiny rooms without windows
for a week because of withdrawal symptoms. The only contact for some
clients at a drug rehab program treatment is with fussy nurses with fat
ankles and squeaky white shoes. The drug rehab program I attended was
sumptuous, clean and first-class, but there’s still room for improvement
for many locations in the US due to lack of insurance coverage.
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