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Tell me this isn’t happening. No way this is happening to me. I mean, come on. Is this really going on? The gang’s all here. Mom, Dad, Cindy and John…the whole family is present and accounted for. They even brought along some dufus that I don’t recognize. From the look of things, he could actually be the counselor. Yep, it’s happening. It’s all about to go down. This little gathering ain’t just a family get together. It’s an intervention. Holy crap!
I remember all the thoughts that flew through my head at that moment. Those were just a few of them. Boy, what a day that turned out to be. To say the least, it sucked. Oh yeah, that has to be one of my least favorite chapters in my life’s story. I’ve been through some tough times, but that day definitely takes the cake. I guess it sucked so much because it was an intervention, but it also sucked because I didn’t know that my drug addiction was that bad until that day. I had an idea but never did I think it would ever get that bad. I guess I had even fooled myself into thinking that I had everything under control. Joke’s on me, right?
Oh well, it didn’t take long after enduring that grueling day for me to finally do the right thing and get help. It was hard sticking to the regiment of my drug treatment, but I did it. That’s right, I did it. Now when I look back, three sober years later, I always thank God for my family and how much they care. Man, am I lucky.
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