Alcohol Rehab in Florida Was My Best Move
In 2013 I made the decision to go to alcohol rehab in Florida. It wasn’t overnight, and it definitely wasn’t easy. It took a few rounds of detox in my home state of Ohio and a lot of coaxing and begging from friends and family to finally get me to agree to go. In the end, I’m grateful I did. I think that decision ultimately saved my life.
Alcohol Addiction Was A Slow Progression
My love affair with alcohol didn’t start out too bad, in fact, I never even saw the threat of alcoholism coming until it was way too late. I enjoyed beers in college and the occasional shot, and that fondness carried into my 20s, translating into happy hours and engagement parties. Sure, I would black out on occasion and be embarrassed about my actions, but didn’t that happen to everyone?
Maybe those moments happened to everyone, but while they were getting fewer and further between for my friends who were settling down, they were becoming more and more frequent for me. Not remembering my weekend nights was normal, and the struggle of getting up and making it through the day on saturday and sunday was only helped by the promise of more drinks at brunch, lunch, or dinner.
A Functioning Alcoholic
For a number of years, I functioned this way. I was, for all intents and purposes, a functioning alcoholic. I was able to get to work, albeit I was often hung over or even still drunk from my shenanigans the evening before. I was always a good employee – on time, hard working, although I often called in sick because of crippling hangovers. Well, my bubble was burst one Friday morning when I walked into my office and was greeted by the serious faces of my boss and the COO.
As they told me I was being let go, my already turning stomach got even worse and as I walked out of the office with my few belongings I stopped at the bar I normally went to on the way home and proceeded to drink so much that a friend had to come scrape me off the bar and bring me home.
And Then I Ended Up In Alcohol Rehab In South Florida
The next few months were a complete blur. I was probably drunk 95% of the time. Drunk was a way of life. I was tossed into the emergency room a couple of times after passing out in front of friends and finally agreed to go to detox. Well, five days in a detox center didn’t smack enough sense into me – by the second day after I left, I was back to drinking.
About two weeks passed when finally friends and family convinced me I needed major help. I had a moment of clarity and agreed to go to alcohol rehab in florida. I was very hesitant at the idea of being away from my regular life for 42 days, but what had become of my so-called regular life? Who was I? What was I doing?
After my stint in rehab in Florida, I returned to Ohio a new person. I learned so much while I was there and was able to hit a refresh button on my life. I recognized patterns of why I was drinking and realized that I’m just wired differently from other people. I am an alcoholic and will always be one.
I am grateful for each passing day that I’m sober, and I hope that I can give some inspiration to others who may be on a similar path.