As a teenager, I vowed to never drink the way my dad did. Little did I know that I had a genetic predisposition to become an alcoholic and an addict just like he was — and it wasn’t too long before I found myself fighting my own battle with a drug addiction.
When I felt the walls of denial I had been building up to protect me begin to crumble, I felt the sting of reality. Yes, coming out of denial was painful, but it felt good, too. I was finally walking toward the truth, which was the only path to recovery. My willingness to take action was the first step in getting my children the help they needed.
There are many treatment centers out there – some may work, some may not. Do your own research, visit treatment centers and find the one that will help your family and loved one with his/her specific needs. Look for an atmosphere that offers the physical and emotional needs of the patient as well as the spiritual building blocks that will help him or her through a life of recovery.
People with addictions no longer have to feel helpless and hopeless. There is hope, new hope that stems from a new scientific understanding of the nature of addiction plus novel medicines that finally allow us to control cravings and fix the physical damage to the brain caused by addiction.
This week I’d like to explain how our family received the message that my stepdaughter Katherine was ready to receive treatment — and the process we went through to find a treatment center that worked for all of us.