How It WorkOuts –
APR 15, 2020 – Back to 2015, when I was withdrawing in bed, unable to eat or even drink water. My son, who was 8-years-old at the time, started to recognize that something was seriously wrong with me because I was in bed all day long and not able to play with him or even make him breakfast.
I had become completely hooked on pain meds after a two-decade struggle with alcoholism and substance abuse. I was near death. I had alienated myself from almost everyone in my life. I had ruined my finances and had pretty much lost all hope of ever getting sober.
Then my mom arrived. My mom came to my house on March 6, 2015, and told me to get up, because I was going to rehab. This was my third attempt, but my first attempt at a holistic, non-12 step, rehab approach. I was nervous, but hopeful.
