Well, I’m finally free! 90 days of intensive inpatient rehab and I made it out alive. And it’s great to be back. My last week of treatment was kind of rough– those last few days simply crawled by. Stupid things annoyed me. And I was fucking sick of that food.
But in all honesty, going to treatment was probably the best worst thing that’s happened to me. As it turns out, I do have a drug problem. I’m an addict. But I never would have dreamed of admitting that if I hadn’t been pushed into rehab, I had been happily swimming in the river of denial for years and probably nothing short of true catastrophe would have broken me out of it.
I was a high functioning addict, which is a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I was able to skate through law school and pass the bar even in the throes of drug addiction. But it’s a curse because being high functioning allowed me to stay in denial about my problem. Loathe as I am to admit it, getting pushed into rehab by the Bar probably saved me from a lot. In a lot of ways, it saved me from myself.
I’m happy to be back and to be sober. A lot of things in my life have had to change but I’m looking forward to my new, healthy life.