I remember when I went to a drug treatment program back in the day. I really thought of it as admitting defeat, drug rehabs…hell no. I felt like I had finally admitted defeat in my life and that my father had finally been proven right about me never amounting to crap. It was seriously a really low point for me. I was sure that I would kill myself a short time after going to the drug treatment program. Man was a dufus. I had no idea what a godsend the drug treatment program was going to be. Nobody had ever told me, so how was I to know? I had no idea that even though I was sure that the drug treatment program was the end, that it would be the best beginning I had ever had in my life. Drug rehab really saved my life. The folks at the drug treatment center were so cool and so caring that it almost seemed like a dream. I had never met people that caring in my whole life. I gotta admit that the program was a fierce one and it took a huge hunk of commitment on my part, but once that hurdle was cleared it became my only life raft in a sea of addiction. I’ll never forget the drug treatment program and I’ll forever be grateful for what they did for me.