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There are many support options for those seeking long-term recovery. Unfortunately, there is no magic cure and every person must make the personal decision as to what works best for them. Thousands around the world have found success working the 12-step programs offered through NA and AA, while others have succeeded with alternative methods. Most in long-term recovery will agree, however, that "doing it alone" was not an option.
Here's just one person's success story:
"Please God, please do not let me wake up! Do not put me through another day of this agony; for me, for my family, my friends. Things would be so much easier, better if I were gone."
This was my nightly prayer for a long time. If you are anything like me, an alcoholic-drug addict, you know exactly what I mean, exactly how that feels; if you are not you never will. Addiction is a wicked club to be a member of.
It was not always like that, I was not always like that. Quite the contrary actually, I was exceptionally normal and happy as a young boy and early adolescent. Good grades, great friends, a loving household, and many grandiose goals and thoughts of what my life held for me were my experience. It wasn't until a bit later, around 15/16-years-old when things began to change.
I'll not bore you with all the detailed drunkalogues and escapades, just that when I drank for the first time I knew I was different. When I smoked pot for the first time, I knew that I was different. When I used opiates the very first time, I knew that I was very different. I knew this because with each of those first experiences I felt the same feeling. I felt as if I were complete and that there were no worries in my life (not that there were any in the first place). With each of those first experiences I had the very same thoughts; that I've arrived and this is the way I want to feel day-in and day-out for the rest of my life. That is what I wanted at the time and at 16 years of age of course that is what I did. It was all downhill from there and a mighty deep slope I might add. No matter how bad the withdraws, no matter how severe the consequences I thought that I was alright and that I could handle the mess that my life had become.
I told you my nightly prayer; my morning prayer was slightly different. I woke up each day (not necessarily the "morning" to most people) asking God, whatever that is, for the strength to kill myself that day. I never found that strength. This process continued until one day I had not just decided that I was fed up, but that I would do absolutely anything necessary to change my life. Luckily, I had someone who was still willing to be in my life that knew where my solution, my salvation could be found. He brought me to Alcoholics Anonymous.
At first I hated the meetings. The last thing I wanted was to be talked at or even worse, preached to. That being said, I grabbed hold of the chair with both hands and rode it out. Soon I had come to find that my eyes had cleared some, ears had opened a bit, and I was one month clean and sober. This was a real accomplishment; I had never been able to put that amount of time together. Beyond that I had made friends, real friends, and began to learn again for the first time in a long time. These people are the same as me! I wanted to hear what they had to say and I paid attention, the healing had begun. Without me realizing it they had slowly supplanted in my head that I could do this, too.
For the very first time there was hope! I figured that out and haven't looked back. Those meetings saved my life.
It is my hope that anyone reading this who may know the helplessness, the hopelessness of which I speak has the strength to persevere long enough to find help, to find hope. It is my sincere wish that you find a meeting and latch on as if your life depends on it because there is a good chance that it does. You can again be happy, you shall have purpose, and your life WILL change!