Pride Cometh before the Fall

People always talk about fate, like they’re life is beyond their control. They’re quick to congratulate themselves when things go right in their lives, but want to blame bad luck or the universe when things go wrong. I was always raised to take responsibility for my actions, which is why it killed when I had to admit to myself that I had a painkiller problem. I knew I was addicted a lot longer than I let on. I didn’t want my family to know that I was coming unglued by some pills that were simply meant to get me through knee surgery.

For a long time, I had the wrong idea about recovery. I thought that since it was my problem to fix, that I had no business asking anyone else for help with it. I was still having a hard time figuring out how I let oxycodone get the better of me. I’d been careful my whole life to avoid making stupid decisions. It wasn’t until I was in rehab that I realized addiction wasn’t about “smart” or “stupid.” I also realized, after far too long, that it would be impossible to dig myself out of this mess without professional help.

By the time I realized I needed treatment, I was practically estranged from my family. I knew, deep down, that we loved each other, but things had gotten so much more distant since I started abusing these pills. When I made the decision to enter rehab, I could tell they were prouder of me than they had been for a long time. For me to even admit that I had an oxy addiction was a huge deal. When I finally showed that I was committed to recovery, I think it restored their hope that we could be a family again.

Treatment was a mixture of pain, humility, growth, resentment and self-awareness. Looking back on it, it couldn’t have gone any other way. After three years of sobriety, I think I’m qualified to say that if you don’t have at least one extreme emotional breakthrough in treatment, you’re not doing it right. After all was said and done, I picked my head up and recognized how much better I felt without oxy dominating my life. The most important thing is that I’ve had the support of my family since day one of my treatment. I’ll never take that for granted again.

They say that pride cometh before the fall, but I think that it was directly responsible for mine. There’s no telling how much time and anguish I would have saved if I would have just asked for help to begin with. Regardless, it’s a lesson I’m glad I got the chance to learn. 

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