I couldn't come home period. Game time was over. We weren't gonna start the whole cycle over again.audiophile wrote: ↑Fri Jan 07, 2022 8:36 amYour mom said you couldn't ever come home, or you had to get treatment first or concurrently?Mega Hertz wrote: ↑Wed Jan 05, 2022 10:03 pmWaking up in St. John's, Detroit, being told that I overdosed and almost didn't make it. When I called my mom (who hadn't seen me since the evening prior) and told her I overdosed, she jumped my ass and told me that was it; I had to get some help and I couldn't come home. That was it. Either admit defeat and give myself safety and asylum or go AMA on to the streets of east side Detroit...broke, homeless and strung out. I wouldn't have made it through the night. I separated myself from society and laser focused on changing.audiophile wrote: ↑Wed Jan 05, 2022 7:35 pmWow! Great story!Mega Hertz wrote: ↑Tue Jan 04, 2022 10:07 pmI suppose I'll throw something in here also. Another feel-good moment.
Six years ago, things weren't looking good. Addicted to heroin and cocaine, living in my mom's spare bedroom, no car, waiting tables at a now-defunct Big Boy for shit pay, no future to speak of, most of my family didn't want me around. I came to find out later that, back in 2016, rumor had it that the family thought I only had 6 months or so left. That I would be lucky to see 2017. I lost it all. Job in radio. Freedom. Girlfriend. Apartment. All gone in the space of a couple years. All over some damn narcotics.
They were damn close to being right.
The other day, Back in the High Life came up on my shuffle. I thought all about finishing treatment and moving to Ann Arbor in November 2016 to start over. How I came out here with nothing but my bedding, some worn out clothes and a boombox. No job, no car, no phone, no money, no food, almost no teeth, NOTHING. Just a crummy sober living apartment to rest my head in.
Fast forward to 2022. I thought about my house in Brighton. Recently engaged, "stepdad" to two lovely little girls. My puppy adores me. Back in the good graces of the family. Five large in dental work. Management position and pay/benefits at work. Car in the garage, work vehicle I take home. Bills paid. Money in savings.
If you would have told me I would be here in 2016, I would have asked you where you were getting YOUR dope from.
Sometimes I still can't believe it's all really happening.
I just wish my pop was here to see it.
What allowed the change?
As an aside, I still remember a speaker coming in one day and telling us "3 percent of you will walk out of here and never touch drugs again. 87 percent will touch drugs again and wind up back in here. The worst part...10 percent of you will touch drugs again and die". I swore to myself I would be in that 3 percent. So far, so good!
What is your affiliation with St Lukes?
The only St. Luke's I go to is off 23 and Washtenaw Ave. Saturday night AA.