Every End Is a New Beginning

Every dismiss is a overbold Beginning They say mature habits die hard but what if they never died? What if they were buried under our sub-consciousness? It had been a month since I left rehab. I still remember beingness confined within the cold stone grey concrete walls release through hours of psychical and physical therapy. The sessions seemed long, painful and torturous but the most devastating ache of all was time. The nights spent were mostly sleepless and uneasy and at times the chronic insomnia left my body weak and sore.I confounded my house, my family and friends at work but change is the only constant in feeling and life itself is very unpredictable indeed. Never in a thousand long time would I have ever imagined myself a captive of what seemed like sniffing harmless white powder and inhaling the smoke of a intent herb. I recalled the first time I experimented with my college friends before attending a concert. The night that I termed then as the best night of my life was now the night I would remember as my downfall.It had been five years since college ended and five years of continuous substance abuse that do me fall from grace and I couldnt do some(prenominal)thing ab fall out it. I was mazed and utterly dependant. That is when I checked myself in a rehabilitation heart and soul just a block away from my house. People can reckon all they like but we all have a fewer skeletons hiding in our closets and none of us have a make clean slate. No one can relate to the problems of others as long as they do not go through the same kind of overleap themselves and me being the person I am generally disregarded any act of sympathy or spurious attempts of concern directed at me.I got myself in this mess and I was determined and adamant to get myself out of it. After spending three months in rehab I discovered that the handling did not abide by the cookie-cutter approach, as the quality of give-and-take consisted of an individualized treatmen t plan. It not only encouraged me to explore the causes of my addiction but also made sure that I was provided with the emotional and mental tools to strengthen my resolve to stay sober.Therapy, though it seemed challenging and agonizing at first, helped me find meaning in life and in the end elevate the dark veil of misery I was hiding under to kick downstairs a stronger and a morally sound me. I had learned not to give up on life but more importantly taking accountability of my own actions and being more responsible. At the end of it all, life presents us with certain challenges and obstacles. It tests us with hurdles that we need to surpass in order to learn and make progress as humans beings but what we must never forget is that there is always flicker at the end of the tunnel and that every end has a new beginning.