After about 4 years of struggling with our daughter's various substance abuse and (increasingly serious) behavioral problems, it looked like she had FINALLY hit "rock bottom" (after several "rock bottoms," which progressively got worse with each incident). With an ultimatum from us to either go to rehab or get out of the house, she agreed to rehab. We got her into a well-regarded facility, and began to feel a great weight lifted. A different kind of weight came upon us when we started to realize some of the massive financial details of this rehab, but... we decided to do what had to be done. The first phase of her stay was detox. To cut to the chase, about 24 hours after she had begun this phase, she called me and told me she was leaving the facility. They were giving her drugs around the clock that (in her opinion) she didn't need, that were making her feel worse, and that (again her way of thinking) they were giving her these drugs to make her sick so she would have to stay there. I wasn't surprised that I got a call like this from her--I told her to please give it a chance, it's not supposed to be easy, it will get better, and be worth it in the long run, etc etc... After about 2 minutes into the call, her minutes expired, and we were disconnected. (side note: I had purchased 60 minutes of phone time for her... this was the FIRST time she had used the phone time to call me--and she hadn't called any other family member. Which tells me that she had used about 58 of those minutes calling her friend--the one with a car.) So, that evening as I was sitting in a class, I got a message on my phone "She's home." By the time I got home, she had spent a couple hours pouring out her heart to her mother and brothers, trying to win them over and convince them that things would be different this time, she had had a huge revelation or something along those lines, and has instantly embraced sobriety, and can do it without any help from rehab or counseling. And a great weight that had been lifted, is slowly returning.