I am not proud of what brought me to The Watershed. In a nutshell, my drinking got so bad that all I was doing was drinking, and nothing else. I mean this literally. I wasn’t shaving, or showering, or brushing my teeth…I was a wreck. Treatment saved my life. I did not like having my individual liberties curbed, but I was abusing those liberties to the point that I would have drank until my liver exploded without an intervention.
I just had my first day back at work today. I am fortunate to live close by an AA club house where I’ve been a regular since The Watershed discharged me from treatment. I take advantage of living life a day at a time. I worry less, and I speak to friends more. The Watershed would fall apart without the help of the behavioral technicians that look after the patients and somehow manage to carry the message of recovery by their words and deeds in the midst of great responsibility and chaos.