I always wanted to have a company of my own. Working hard was never a problem for me but I did not want to be answerable to others because I knew I had the calibre to start my own business. After my MBA, I started a company of my own whose details I will not reveal. It was a dream come true. I gave my life to the company. Watching it grow made me immensely happy. But unfortunately, life had different plans for me. My world came crashing down the day my company was seized because of a few wrong decisions. I consulted lawyers and tried to find ways to save my company but it was all in vain. I could not digest the truth. My mind was not ready to accept reality. I started drinking to get over the pain. I started frequenting bars and pubs. I was a regular customer at one of the bars. A drug dealer realised that I came in every day to drink and left the bar in an intoxicated state. He figured out that I was going through a bad phase and that made me a vulnerable victim. He introduced me to the word of drugs. The loss of my company had taken its toll on me. I could not think rationally. Drugs looked like a way to forget the world and I happily gave in. That phase of my life is still a blur. I could not distinguish between days and nights. There was not a single day when I was sober. I did not talk to my friends or my family. I did not wish to change my lifestyle.
One day something unfortunate happened and I was nowhere to my found. People called me, came to my house but I was sleeping in my car outside a night pub. I do not remember how long I was in the car but when I woke up it was too late. I was not available when I was needed the most. That was the turning point of my life. I could see the mess I was in. I started talking to my closed friends and told them about my condition. One of them took me to a psychiatrist who sent me to Safe House Wellness Retreat. I never liked following orders. I hated being told what to do and what not to do. That was the reason I wanted to have my own company. And then I was in a de-addiction centre, where people expected me to follow orders all the time. I couldn’t wake up whenever I wanted to. I was not allowed to have drugs. I was expected to eat on time. The withdrawal symptoms made it worse. I became uncontrollable. The entire crew of Safe House had a hard time but they were patient with me. I missed counselling sessions and refused to eat. I thought I was going to be thrown out of the rehab but I was surprised to see that I was given personal attention. I had a case manager who was assigned to me solely. The psychiatrists and counsellors spoke to me for long hours. Healing was a long procedure and a Herculean task for them. I took a lot of time to be cured because of my difficult behaviour but continuous efforts proved to be helpful.
Today when I look back, I cannot thank Safe House enough. They did not abandon me but treated me with utmost care and patience. Although I still drink occasionally, I have stopped going to bars and my life is free of drugs.