Hi, My name is Bill, and I'm a Dad of a recovering Alcoholic/Addict.
9 months ago, I did see me writing this Testimonial.
Since July of 2015 our family had been tormented by the disease of addiction that took my son through 4 Detoxes, and attempts at rehab. We were lost. Our entire family was suffering. As much as we tried to understand, nothing seemed to work. We grew apart as a family and Drew grew further and further away. We were desperate to find some way to help him before we lost him for good. The inevitable happened, We lost our son for 6 minutes on December 23rd, 2016. Overdose. Fortunately he was revived. We understood we could not help him. For the fourth time he was willing to enter a treatment center. We called and spoke to a local mental health Crisis Line and they referred us to a South Florida Detox Facility. We did not know the people, our doctors did not know of this facility and we were warned of the hazards of some of the facilities in South Florida. They were incredibly helpful and made arrangements for Drew to fly out as soon as he’d taken care of some legal issues. After his 2nd week of detox, his counselor recommended Drew be moved to Principles Recovery Center. According to Drew, here is where his true recovery began. We were petrified as we knew nothing of Principles and were scared to death that he was lying to us again. Drew had given us contact information for Frank at Principles and we called him. Frank was incredible! He took all measures to calm us and told us about the Principles recovery program. The arrangements were made with insurance, doctors and counselors, and Drew moved to sober living facility named, get this, Saving Grace.
They were open and friendly and did all they could to put this family 900 miles away at ease. A family so scared that not only could they lose their son, now he is over 900 miles away should something happen. They assured us he was in the right place to start his recovery. We did not see him until March, when I was able to go down and visit and meet some of these phenomenal people that have him on the path to recovery. The Management team, clinical staff along with all of technicians I encountered were very welcoming, positive and supportive. They have an alumni program that is instrumental to support a successful network. They are the reason my son is still here with us today. I realize he had a lot to do with it and had to make the choice to listen and work at healing, but he had to have someone to listen to, someone that could relate to what he was doing and a group of people that treated him like family and knew what to do to help him heal. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that I was able to visit last week and spend time with you all and Drew. I had a fantastic visit with my son and we were able to spend quality time talking, and touring about Miami with his new outlook on life. We are truly proud of Drew but we owe Principles Recovery Center so much thanks that he is alive and fully engaged in life. Our family thanks you with all our hearts as this family is now beginning to heal as well. I encourage all parents who felt as hopeless as us, ready to give up, to call this facility, reach out to them, they are your Hope, They make it possible for our kids and or loved ones to move forward and become living, caring members of society. We understand your fears, your reluctance to send them far away, and the horror stories about South Florida Treatment centers, this is not one of them. This is a first rate facility that cares for their clients and enrolls them into an active lifestyle and Alumni programs so they too are able to help others as part of their recovery. If you need to talk to a family that has been through the ringer, don't hesitate to call, we would be happy to talk to you.
We have been there, we have suffered, and we are now healing. Please feel free to contact us at 757-725-1504.
Sincerely, Bill B.
Hopelessness is Temporary
It was 5AM, June 30th, 2014. I was staring at my computer screen with dried-out, dark red eyes. A loaded syringe and a burned-up pipe sat next to me on the table, along with a slew of empty beer cans and liquor bottles occupying the remaining surfaces of my room. The anxiety in my gut felt like a hot iron burning through my stomach lining. My head felt like an overinflated balloon. I had been dribbling on through my life like this for the past 3 years, and I had hit a breaking point. Alone in my room at my parents’ house, I broke down into tears and curled up into a ball on the floor. Part of me wanted to die right there on the carpet, but a larger part of me was desperate for help. I mustered the last bit of energy I had and woke my parents up. There started my journey to South Florida sobriety.
I come from a wonderful and supportive family. I was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, but moved to Dallas, Texas when I was 7. There, I attended world-class public schools, participated in sports, music and various other extracurricular activities, and had an extensive social network. By all measurable accounts, my childhood and upbringing were perfect. The immeasurable factor in all of this was how I felt. I felt different, inadequate, and undeserving of most things I accomplished or possessed. This feeling caused me to be massively insecure for the majority of my adolescence, creating me as an egomaniac with an inferiority complex. I became hot-headed, defiant, and impulsive. This was the birth of my addiction.
At around age 13, I drank for the first time. As the liquor touched my lips and burned down my throat, I immediately enjoyed it. As I continued to drink that night, that feeling of inadequacy, of being different, of being insecure about myself, just melted away. This was my solution. I had finally found something that solved all of my problems. It worked like a charm, and continued to do so for the foreseeable future. All of a sudden, sports, music and school all took a backseat to my drinking. I either coasted through them or quit if it infringed too heavily on my drinking plans.
After graduating high school, I moved into the dormitories at University of North Texas. Needless to say, nothing changed. I barely passed my classes and remained intoxicated or high for 95% of my time. My entire life was centered around when I would get drunk next, or when I would get more dope. This strategy in college obviously did not end well, so I dropped out of college to “focus on music.” Truthfully, music was just a great excuse to be hammered on a 24/7 basis. The music scene allowed it, and even encouraged it. Sure, I loved playing, and I was pretty good at it, but that wasn’t my main motivation.
The next 3 years for me were just an overabundance of blackouts, arrests, treatment and all-around embarrassment. I even had a pretty lengthy county jail sentence thrown in there. My life was in shambles. I had no plans for my future, was completely dysfunctional, and utterly hopeless. Most nights as I fell asleep, with a plethora of drugs and alcohol in my system, I had no care in the world if I even woke up the next morning. I was a zombie, wobbling through life bringing a storm of anxiety, depression and chaos with me everywhere I went. And this brings us back to that night in June of 2014.
So, after getting on the plane to Miami, ingesting as many drinks and drugs as I could, and barely making it to detox, I finally ended up in treatment, then sober living, for the last time. I dove into the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, where I found the solution to my problem. AA, the 12 Steps and my support network are the reason I am sober today. There, I met people who are now very close friends, and have made an enormous impact in my recovery over the last 3 years. These people have helped mold, shape and support the man that I have become, both personally and professionally. Included in this group of people are the ones that started, own and operate Principles Recovery Center. When they opened up, I became involved as quickly and as heavily as I could, because I knew they were people who were out to make a difference and to do the right thing. In this industry, that is truly a rarity. It’s more than a profession to us, it’s who we are and it’s our purpose in life.
That night in June of 2014 changed everything. It was the single most horrible, yet wonderful 2 hours of my life. It was the moment in my life that I decided to fight. I decided to fight against every fiber in my being telling me that I wasn’t worth it, that I wasn’t meant to be anything but a worthless addict, that I was too far gone and hopeless. But little did I know, hopelessness is only temporary, and as long as you’re breathing, there is a light at the end of your tunnel. You do not have to go through this alone. Reach out for help, change your life, and watch as you blossom into someone you only thought existed in your wildest dreams.