"The best high is from the adrenalin rush of completing the programme and achieving ones goals"

Said, one of our Graduates, says:

"The day has come, the journey has taken 7 months and 1 week, but the journey is far from complete. Let me take you back to how it started. I had taken from the age of 21 numerous types of drugs from alcohol, hash, marijuana, skunk, speed, ecstasy, magic mushrooms, trips Coke, and finally Crack. Crack was the drug that overruled all the others, this drug had taken such a hold in my life to the point that nothing mattered or existed. At the age of 27 I had a thriving locksmith business; my turnover was in excess of £100,000 a year. It had taken me 5 years to build the business and I was looking forward to purchasing another shop in the hope of expanding, but in a matter of 3 weeks all that had changed. I started to loose interest, I left the running of the business to a guy I employed, I went to parties eventually getting bored with this I was out every night until the early hours of the day, smoking crack in a hotel or spending the nights in my van. The hours just disappeared.

I was unaware or not bothered about the time, only the fact that I had to smoke as much crack as I could before day break. I felt like a demon lurking in the shadows afraid of the spotlights, unwashed, smelling, sweaty and unshaved. When I had run out of cash I would beg my dealer to supply me on tick after spending at this time in excess of £200 per night, but the answer would be "no cash no crack". The shakes would set in, reality started to kick in, realising that I had a home to go to a wife and kids asleep unaware that I was slowly killing myself. Time went by, eventually going bankrupt owing £47,000. My wife decided to have a break from the stress by going to Morocco to her father and taking along the kids. While my wife was away I decided to go on the biggest drug bender marathon. I was on my 3rd night of smoking crack with the curtains drawn, phone off the hook and the doors bolted. I continued oblivious of my health and my surroundings at home. I had turned my house upside down inspecting any suspicious sound that I though I heard resulting from my paranoia. Unbeknown to me my sister had been trying to contact me without any success until I heard knocking on the door, then I heard her voice along with her husband. I froze like a mad dog caught in a cars headlight unable to move, my heart felt like it was about to explode as I heard the key entering the lock and then the door squeaking open. The light went on, I was stood in the corridor facing the door as my sister and her husband entered. I can never forget the instant shock on my sisters face and the embarrassed pose from her husband. She shouted out "What have you been doing?" I could not answer, words were rushing around my head but the sound would not come out. All I could do was gaze down like a crazed fool.

It was not until I was lead into the bathroom that I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was drawn, skeletal and my skin was orange (yes orange, for those of you that had called me orange, you were right, little did you realise just why). At this stage my sister said I needed to go to rehab without fail, I agreed after summing up enough courage to accept that I was in the grip of crack and perhaps 1 or 2 days away from serious illness. I stayed with my sister for 1 week without leaving the house until I was picked up by Rob from Narconon. I had no idea what was involved but I knew that I had just lost my liberty. The choice was simple, loose my liberty or loose my life, I chose to loose liberty. But little did I realise that I was to gain more that just my liberty by going through the programme and graduating. The best high is from the adrenalin rush of completing the Narconon programme and achieving ones goals. The journey continues."
Said"
J.B.

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