Addiction Treatment Rehab Center
Sela didn’t trust her doctors and refused to be labeled an expectant
“grateful drug patient” that nearly died at the hospital. She is not
afraid to offer the perspective of a patient with irreverent, eye-opening
conviction. My sister’s storytelling can sometimes be shocking, but always
honest. Sela had plenty of time at the addiction treatment rehab center to
reflect on thoughts she wants to share with the rest of the world. She had
to endure a nightmare with a life addicted to drugs, alcohol and
prescription medicine (mainly Valium). Her experience is unsettling and
atypical, but always unforgettable. We’re not talking about the type-cast
drug addict at a crack house that is often seen in movies and television.
Neither are we talking about a spoiled brat from an affluent neighborhood
with rich parents that you see many times at an addiction treatment rehab
center. Sela spent her youth in a working class neighborhood in
Germantown, Pennsylvania outside of Philadelphia. We had a working widowed
mother that went out of her way to see that my sister and I receive the
best public school education available in Philadelphia. Sela was a talent
on the piano, a straight A student throughout her years in school, and a
skillful athlete in cross-country and track and field. Always competitive
and adventurous, Sela somehow discovered drugs in her freshman year at
Temple University. This was seven years before she entered the addiction
treatment rehab center.
My mother was no different from other parents in denial before Sela’s stay
at the addiction treatment rehab center. Although I did well in school and
received many awards for my art, Sela was always the one my mother
expected to achieve great things. There was no way for my mother to
believe that Sela (Miss Perfect in Every Way) was a drug abuser that
needed to go into an addiction treatment rehab center. I attempted to
convince my sister to seek treatment at an addiction treatment rehab
center, but she refused and scoffed at me for overreacting. My mother
tried to persuade herself that Sela was just going through a phase and
would find a way to lick the problem. It wasn’t until Sela was admitted
into the hospital for a racing heartbeat and black-outs that my mother
even mentioned the addiction treatment rehab center. Thankfully, my mother
and I were there with Sela every step of the way. She is now recovered and
her health is improving one day at a time. The addiction treatment rehab
center was a blessing for Sela, but it had to take her determination,
fighting spirit and willpower for her to live a drug-free life and
continue her life as an extraordinary woman.
It was during her stay at the addiction treatment rehab center I realized
my sister wasn’t an easy recovering drug addict, with a legitimate reason.
For all the abuse her body has taken with cocaine, alcohol, heroin,
marijuana and Methadone, Sela has lived longer than most individuals with
half as much drugs in the body. Arguably, she done more than anyone else
at the addiction treatment rehab center with her storytelling to turn
lives around for the better. Sela is in the process of getting her book
published where she documents her frustrations, anger, fears and
perseverance during her stay at the addiction treatment rehab center. Sela
realizes the readers expect a simpering accumulation of gratitude.
Nevertheless, she conveys a searing outlook into depression and pain,
which accompany the challenge and struggle to achieve sobriety. Yet, she
never fails to provide wit, insight and love with a courage that’s no less
than radiant. Her story about her duration in the drug abuse treatment (as
well as her drug addiction in the early years) is compelling with an
account of survival and unwavering love. My sister was always an engaging
storyteller that’s not afraid to offer an unflinching view of love, life
and outstanding courage.
Sela wanted to be the best at the University, but her grades weren’t as
outstanding as they were in high school. She was barely able to make the
honor roll, and for my sister that’s the same as failure (she placed a lot
of pressure on herself at the addiction treatment rehab center as well). A
study partner introduced her to the effects of prescription drugs to keep
her awake to gain more study time and feel superior. The more prescription
drugs Sela consumed, the more time she had to study. She didn’t realize
she was beginning a downward spiral to the hospital and the addiction
treatment rehab center. Subsequently, Sela saw an improvement in her
grades and became addicted to more than just prescription drugs. She began
abusing cocaine, heroin, marijuana, alcohol and Methadone. It wasn’t
before long that my overachiever of a sister partied her life away for
four years in college and beyond.
At the age of twenty-five, Sela was a type-A graduate business school
student (Wharton School of Business at Penn): competitive, driven and very
smart. With an exhaustive academic criteria and a budding romance with a
law student, Sela was also a drug addict. She considered going into
rehabilitation at the addiction treatment rehab center, but felt that
would be an impediment. Her chemical dependency was so severe, Sela’s
heart pounded abnormally and alarmingly in her bosom, for her to lose
breath, black-out and even endure temporary blindness. Sela always wanted
to be on top of her game and felt that drugs would give her the buzz she
needed to exceed expectations. At the addiction treatment rehab center,
her detoxification process was extremely difficult and I thought she was
going to die. When our family physician diagnosed her symptoms were from
addiction and stress, Sela reluctantly dropped her classes and considered
the addiction treatment rehab center. Sela’s memoir is dramatic by her
amusing refusal to lose her virginity with her high profile law student
boyfriend, Seth, before marriage. My sister’s story is poignant, harrowing
and candid as she discusses her treatment journey at the addiction
treatment rehab center.
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