This program saved my life, and I have so much less stress because of it. Only an addict can know the unneeded amounts of stress and the worrying that drug abuse can cause, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders…
When I came to Narconon, I felt broken and hopeless, but eager for any help I could get. After a couple of days in the Withdrawal portion of the program, I started feeling better with the help of the vitamins, doing locationals, and receiving assists. The staff had a lot of good folks with me, which inspired me to get through it.
When I came to Narconon, I was in bad shape, both physically and mentally. After completing the withdrawal part of the program, I began to feel better. That is when I did the Sauna, where each day I started feeling better and better and more like myself again…
At the beginning of July 2018, I searched for a treatment center. I was tired of being put on psych meds that I had been struggling with. I was tired of still craving drugs and relapsing.
I have to say when I first decided to come to Narconon I was very apprehensive and unwilling to be in this program. Like so many that come to treatment, I didn’t want to admit I had a drug problem. I wanted to believe I had total control of the problem as well as my life.
When I came to Narconon I didn’t know what I had left to offer in life. I had been to countless treatment centers and relapsed equally as much...
Since graduating from the program I have returned home and have begun to make significant progress tackling the plans I set for myself. I have been hired full time and will begin work shortly. I ’m excited to start working and to meet those that I will be working with for the next few months.
Golden opportunities sometimes come to us in the moments we need them most. It is up to us to take advantage of these opportunities and make the most of them. This opportunity, the chance to truly change my life and to be free from my addiction to drugs and alcohol, was found at Narconon Suncoast.
It wasn’t all that long ago where I would have scoffed at any notion of not giving up or finding hope. I would have been in one of my endless pity parties with thoughts that went something like this: “Not for this guy!“ “Ha, I remember when I actually believed that.” “Tried that, didn’t work.” “Hope is an illusion for failures like me.”
Ten years ago my son was helpless and hopeless. He was in his late 20’s with only one goal in mind, to score his next fix. While his friends were already set in their careers he lived in the microcosm of addiction. He was a college graduate yet his daily focus was on what he could steal, who he could manipulate or con for the sole purpose of buying drugs.