healinginside
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Maybe my son "hit rock bottom". Maybe he will find rock bottom has a basement.
I've been encouraging my son to enter a rehab in Florida for over a month. I found a place that I liked there that it mostly covered by insurance. He agreed to enter rehab yesterday and checked in yesterday. This is the first rehab he has been in. I found out he was using methamphetamines at least over the last two months. I know he has been doing more than marijuana for at least a year. He went downhill quickly. He reached out yesterday morning and we talked and I got him in. He has to go through the inpatient treatment where they monitor his detox first, which is what he's doing now.
I'm going to naranon meetings and working on myself.
The last 24 hours feel like a roller coaster ride. I feel shock at some of the things that he admitted to me, relief he agreed to get help, worry it won't last, anger for the lying, safety that he is getting medical help, sadness that this is our life, determined not to let 2023 kick my butt. It's a roller coaster. I'm lucky to keep busy. I do not think that he is going to walk away from the rehab facility because it is in a place where he has no one to help him. He's a good two hours away from anyone that he knows. He has no money. I think he knows if he walks away that I'm done. I explain to him yesterday that if he keeps using, that I can't be in his life because it's just going to bring me under with him. I still love him I just can't sacrifice my own life for his decisions. He agreed he needed help. I hope and pray he gains enough clarity to enter sober living, get a job and get his life back off of the streets.
I'm extremely hesitant to be optimistic because I know many people on this site have tried rehab multiple times and it doesn't work. I keep telling myself that, for the people that were successful with rehab, they aren't always back here telling their stories bc they've moved on, so we don't get to hear those stories as often.
I still had to try. I felt it was rehab, jail or death or even jail->court ordered rehab. I don't think he could medically detox on his own and definitely not on the street. He is still under insurance so that makes a huge difference. I didn't want to have any regrets by saying, "Damn, we should've gotten him help". I know I'm swinging for the bleachers but it's a new year and I'm tired of getting punched in the gut.
It is time to bring the doctor's into this crazy train ride. I've told my son that I cannot be his counselor. I have told my son that I am not qualified to treat his problems; that we need help from doctors.
I've read that rock-bottom isn't when you experience the worst moment of your life, bottom is when you change.
I got him there, now he has to do the work.
I've been encouraging my son to enter a rehab in Florida for over a month. I found a place that I liked there that it mostly covered by insurance. He agreed to enter rehab yesterday and checked in yesterday. This is the first rehab he has been in. I found out he was using methamphetamines at least over the last two months. I know he has been doing more than marijuana for at least a year. He went downhill quickly. He reached out yesterday morning and we talked and I got him in. He has to go through the inpatient treatment where they monitor his detox first, which is what he's doing now.
I'm going to naranon meetings and working on myself.
The last 24 hours feel like a roller coaster ride. I feel shock at some of the things that he admitted to me, relief he agreed to get help, worry it won't last, anger for the lying, safety that he is getting medical help, sadness that this is our life, determined not to let 2023 kick my butt. It's a roller coaster. I'm lucky to keep busy. I do not think that he is going to walk away from the rehab facility because it is in a place where he has no one to help him. He's a good two hours away from anyone that he knows. He has no money. I think he knows if he walks away that I'm done. I explain to him yesterday that if he keeps using, that I can't be in his life because it's just going to bring me under with him. I still love him I just can't sacrifice my own life for his decisions. He agreed he needed help. I hope and pray he gains enough clarity to enter sober living, get a job and get his life back off of the streets.
I'm extremely hesitant to be optimistic because I know many people on this site have tried rehab multiple times and it doesn't work. I keep telling myself that, for the people that were successful with rehab, they aren't always back here telling their stories bc they've moved on, so we don't get to hear those stories as often.
I still had to try. I felt it was rehab, jail or death or even jail->court ordered rehab. I don't think he could medically detox on his own and definitely not on the street. He is still under insurance so that makes a huge difference. I didn't want to have any regrets by saying, "Damn, we should've gotten him help". I know I'm swinging for the bleachers but it's a new year and I'm tired of getting punched in the gut.
It is time to bring the doctor's into this crazy train ride. I've told my son that I cannot be his counselor. I have told my son that I am not qualified to treat his problems; that we need help from doctors.
I've read that rock-bottom isn't when you experience the worst moment of your life, bottom is when you change.
I got him there, now he has to do the work.