Any trip to a drug rehab center is a good one if you need to go. That’s the truth. People have owed their lives to the efforts of drug rehab for quite some time. That’s why if you need to go to a drug rehab center it’s in your best interests to get there as soon as possible. I did. I had quite an addiction to cocaine at one point in my life and it was a fierce time for me I must say. I mean who wants to have an addiction to coke? Not me. My addiction was bad enough that everyone could tell and my girlfriend finally stepped in and made sure that something got done about this little wrinkle in time. She sent me to a drug rehab center and the change started immediately. I was finally getting the help that I needed and it was everything that I could ask for. I was able to express my feelings about addiction and the counseling sessions were very relieving. Now that I’m sober I realize that going to a drug rehab center was the best thing I could’ve done.

It was weird when Craig got into the accident. It was weird seeing a guy you once admired and looked up to confined to all those wires and tubes. Granted I knew that his injuries looked worse than they were, but it was really hard visualizing anyone making a comeback from something like that.

The doctors were extremely frank with us when they broke down their idea of how the rehabilitation would go. They said that my friend would never make it back to 100% and there would be an enormous amount of pain linked to his recovery. It was sad to me because after all that he done for me there wasn’t really much I could do for him. It really sucked. I guess that’s why I never really thought anything bad about the pills.

I knew the best thing I could offer him was my undying support, so I didn’t regale him with my views on synthetic pain killers and their inevitable way of creating serious prescription drug addiction. I’ve always believed that out of all the addictions to have a prescription drug addiction was the sleeper of them all. The masses were just starting to become aware long after I had felt it’s strain on my own family. I wanted to tell him, but I just couldn’t decide if that was more important than seeing my friend stave some of the pain he was destined to endure. Hindsight is truly 20/20.