Once that I was having a casual conversation with a friend I suddenly realized that I didn’t need to go out or socialize to be happy. I started keeping a stash of pills at home, hidden in the most unlikely of places that I could pop in whenever the need came along. The need for the pills started to increase by the hour. What had started off as a lark was getting to me. The servant was becoming the master and riding me along. I started searching for excuses. It was one day……..

When I was really ill and had developed a kind of flu like symptoms and along with my prescription medicine, I popped in a happy pill. After all it was supposed to make me feel happy and euphoric. The next thing I recollect was waking up in a hospital bed, with two faces of worried doctors staring at me. Apparently, I had suffered a cardiac arrest which led to minor respiratory failure. I was got back from the clutches of death just in time. This time I had been lucky. The tests confirmed that it was a drug overdose and the mixing of too many drugs in my system.

I had a lot of questions to answer to the Michigan cops and my family of course. I was laid off from work, for the time being, that’s what they claimed. I was asked to clean up my act and get the drugs out of my system physically and psychologically.

That’s when I realized that I had hit rock bottom, and if I didn’t take myself under control it would be the end of my life. I had lost myself and wasn’t able to recognize the person that I was anymore. My first step was to find the right rehab in Michigan. Thankfully, I had a great support system in the form of my doctors and family and also a few friends who stood by me in the most trying of times.

At the rehab center, I was made to get to the root of the concerns. The first few days and weeks were spent in a lot of soul searching. Somewhere, it had all gone terribly wrong. The Michigan rehab center was where I joined a few support groups. I heard and saw people from all walks of life, and I realized that I had to stop this self victimization. My first breakthrough came when I stood up, and I announced that yes, I was an ex-drug addict. For a drug addict, every day is a battle but the lessons learnt at the rehab remain firmly entrenched.

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