Coke had been a part of my life for so long that, looking back, what happened to me seems almost inevitable. Everyone I knew did it. It was a part of every social occasion, every dinner party, every night out. And life was good. Or it felt so at the time. But then the fun went out of it, my health began to suffer, work began to dry up, I stopped going out, stopped seeing people. Basically I stopped living. I didn’t realise at the time but I was so close to losing everything.
It took a family intervention before I finally came to my senses and realised I needed to do something, but the thought of going into rehab terrified me, the idea of sitting in a group of strangers and talking about my deepest fears and feelings was just something I couldn’t imagine doing.
I looked at web-sites, I looked at brochures but, in the end, it was a simple phone call that persuaded me treatment was a possibility for me. I spoke with a counsellor and they explained the Phoenix programme, talked me through what it would involve and, really importantly for me, reassured me that I wouldn’t be in treatment with a bunch of strangers. That my privacy would be guaranteed and that everything was completely confidential.
That was six months ago now and I’d be lying if I said it had all been easy since then. It hasn’t, it’s been tough. But I know I couldn’t have done it without the aftercare provided by Phoenix. After three months at the retreat I felt better than I had ever felt before, really strong mentally and physically. But once back into life I was brought straight down to earth again, although with the mentoring and ongoing interactions with my counsellor I was able to build on everything I’d learned in treatment and now feel nothing but positivity about the future.