Okay, let’s face it. Having to go to an alcohol treatment center does not in any way make you a bad person. It just means that you need to a little lifestyle maintenance. It’s kind of like being born as a person who grows a unibrow. It doesn’t mean that you’re ugly, you just have to a little landscaping so that you aren’t. Alright, maybe that’s a bad example, but hopefully you’re picking up what I’m putting down. As far as I’m concerned any person with the stones to check themselves in to an alcohol treatment center is definitely living on the rad side of life. I mean, it doesn’t take much to figure out that needing to go to alcohol rehab doesn’t necessarily make you the most eligible bachelor on ‘The Dating Game’, but when it comes to real people who respect real bravery, you’re a pretty kickass mofo. How do know this to be true? Well, because a few years back(two years and seventy-two days to be exact) I had to scoot my backside into alcohol treatment.

Alcohol treatment didn’t really seem like the coolest place in the world to take a vacation, but it was probably the best vacation I could have gone on. Sure it was embarrassing, but being drunken village idiot sucked a lot more. So what, I couldn’t handle my liquor. In the grand scheme of things it’s not as big a deal as some folks want to make it seem. And who cares what those morons think anyway? My life is a gazillion times better than it ever was now and I owe all that to alcohol treatment. Well, I owe it all to alcohol treatment and my super good looks.

How in the world can anybody be sure of anything anymore? Nothing is consistent with how it should be or how it used to be. Nothing fits anymore. Everything is so uncertain. All signs lead to who really knows where. What is the answer to the burning question? And nowadays, what is the burning question anyway? Every path is an ending and there are no longer any beginnings. It’s just all going to shit and nothing is right anymore. Boy, I hated myself when I suffered from depression.

It wasn’t that I hated myself it was just that I hated what I had become. I had become so dreary that I made myself sick and I didn’t know how to snap out of it. It wasn’t until I started contemplating suicide that I realized I was in deep over my head and I was in more than just a funk. I knew I needed serious help and fast.

That’s when I called the only person I knew that I could trust. My cousin Tom had admitted himself to a drug treatment program a few years ago and they also helped him with is depression too. I knew that was the best thing to do so I jumped at the chance and got the depression treatment that I needed. Things are a lot different these days because of it, too. But I’ve got to admit, I still can’t answer a lot of those questions.

Drug abuse is the best way to destroy your life. It’s even better at ruining lives than my ex-girlfriend. Drugs killed one of my friends in high school and they almost killed my brother Todd. Todd was just like any other drug abuse story I had heard. He got into drugs and alcohol socially and with friends from school. His friends were actually the ones that him into using and eventually abusing drugs. It didn’t take long for Todd to get to a level of drug abuse that was not only dangerous to him but to everyone around him as well. Something finally had to be done to save my brother from the doom he was facing.

Todd’s drug abuse was bad enough to check him into a drug treatment center and everybody knew it. The problem that we all faced was trying to get Todd to realize that he had a problem that needed fixing. We all decided that an intervention was the only sure fire way to go. I knew that we’d get a little resistance from Todd and that was okay. I knew that in the end my brother would come around and realize that we were all there out of love and nothing else.

Things got really emotional that day and we all ended blubbering. It was okay though, because that day my brother checked into a drug rehab and started treatment right away. He’s still finishing up the program these days but I know he’ll be fine. He always is.