I once was a victim of drug addiction. My immaturity, jealousy and selfishness brought me into doing a daring act of tasting prohibited drugs without others knowing it. I was 16 years old then. That was the time when I tried to win my mother’s love. Her indifference sprouted an ill-feeling within me against my sister whom I believed was most favored by her. I turned against my family and waged a silent war by indulging myself to a prohibited drug that was supplied every other day to me by someone in the neighborhood. Having this secret and the fear that it might leak up, speaking to my family was no longer included in my daily activities. I quit school but was able to sustain my addiction through my allowance. My physical, mental and emotional status changed so fast and became noticeable to my family until they learned I was taking drug. They decided to have me receive drug treatment right away.
The drug rehab I got into has the most loving, supportive and caring doctors and counselors. They had me talked first to a counselor before subjecting me to a series of tests and activities which last only for 2 months because I reacted positively to the detoxification process and to every session I had with them. Before I get out of the rehab, they assured me that I can always talk to them whenever I feel the need and their support will only end until the time I can face alone and refuse courageously the invitation to take drug the second time. Had it not for the love, care and proficiency of my doctor and my counselor and my family as well, my return to the society would have been traumatic and difficult. With their assistance, everything went smoothly until now that I am old.