I will never forget the day before i was interventioned. I was hopeless spiraling out of control in my addiction and i was ready to give up on life. I was woken up one day by my dad which was odd because he normally should of been at work, he exclaimed “get up Bob, i have someone in the living room i want you to meet.” I regretfully rolled out of bed, dope sick, and stumbled into my living room to see my entire family there which i hadn’t seen together in over a year with a man sitting there i hadn’t seen before. I knew it was an intervention. I was taken back at first but the interventionst Carmine asked me to sit down because my family had something they wanted to tell me. My baby sister of 13 read a letter out loud saying how she was fearful of my life and how she wanted her big brother back more than anything. Combined with my already intense feelings of despair and hearing my baby sisters plea i went into my room to pack, ready to go to treatment, not even listening to the rest of my family’s letters. I was in a fit of rage yet not lashing out, if this was what my family wanted, if they wanted me gone, then fine i was out the door. And i stormed out of the house in spite ready to head to treatment. I figured hey im going to sunny florida and will get messed up with a bunch of other junkies for 30days, that sounds like fun to me. Carmine took me to the airport where i refused to see my family and boarded the plane. I was still so angry at everything and i didnt want to talk about it, least of all to this interventionst who just got me sent away. Little did i know that he had been in my exact state of despiration and hopelessness. During the plane ride from NC to Miami and during the drive to the Detox of treatment, Carmine talked to me about his life, not even asking about mine. And told me how treatment changed his life, and frankily i found his life crazier then mine. I kinda brushed it off as whatever man you dont know me, iam the baddest 18 year old heroine junkie to live. When i got to treatment Carmine got me all settled in, helped me get originally situated and bought me some food on the way their, kindness that i was not accustomed to. He then gave me his phone number and told me to call if i needed anything at all. Once he left i felt really alone, rejected by my family, a person who i could relate to just left, and iam starting a one month journey that i was not prepared for. Through out the first two weeks of my stay in treatment i had my family taken off of my release form to find out about my progress and situation in treatment, only my interventionst Carmine. He kept my family in the loop throughout my beginning weeks in detox and up to date on any progress/events that took place their. This helped put my family’s mind at ease, i had no clue the stress i was causing them. As i left detox where i still had the mind set of, “this is only 30days once iam out ill have my family conviced iam ok and go back to using” my real therapy began in phase 2 of treatment. Instantly i was taken back at the friendliness and openness displayed by the people in the treatment center. I was use to people talking about drugs 24/7 in detox, now everyone is talking about recovery? It took a few weeks but its true, the people you surround yourself with is what you become. During the next few weeks in treatment i began to realize things about myself i never knew. How my family didnt abandon me , but they loved me enough to send me to treatment! They loved me enough to want their son back! The reason i used wasnt because i liked getting high but i had severe underlying trauma and issues i never talked about. I was using to run away from these feelings, feelings i was unable to ever cope with, yet even recognize. I learned how life does get better, and what is the worse thing that can happen if i stay sober, I feel a feeling? Whats the worst that can happen if i use, well thats Death, and if iam lucky enough maybe Jail, or an institution, or if i win the lotto another treatment. I finally started finding out who i was, not hiding behind my mask of drugs. Life became wonderful again, i had gratitude for things i never even recognized. I realized how selfish i was thinking that this disease of addiction was only hurting myself, i hurt my friends, significant others, and most importantly i caused my family so much grief through addiction. This really is a family disease. Through out this journey of self discovery Carmine was right there, always calling to hear about my progress, keeping my family informed on what he heard, and calming down my manic mother when she would flip out. He even flew down to my treatment center to see me in person and said how i had made such amazing progress! The hopeless, dopeless, depressed junkie i was, ready to end my life, found happiness again through treatment. Most importantly though i found who i was again, and i learned to love that person. When my 30days was up i realized i spent half of it not wanting to changed i was finally starting to make progress, thank God i was blessed with another 30days. I graciously accepted realizing how i desperately needed all the help, therapy, and knowledge of this disease i could get now. Wether i wanted to admit it or not, while using drugs i was slowly committing suicide, and this is a battle for my life. I wouldnt play russian roulette with a pistol, yet every time i used thats what i was doing with my life. Now that iam out of treatment for the past 2 weeks my life has been amazing. I took all the suggestions, iam in a halfway house, something i would of NEVER considered when i started, i have a sponsor, and iam working the steps. Life has truly turned around for me and i couldnt be happier. Even after i left treatment Carmine came back down to Florida to see me and see my progress! He didnt just care about getting me into treatment to get money for an intervention, he cared about my life and to this day iam thankful, my intervention saved my life and i owe all my happiness today to it.