Four years ago, I was at my lowest point. I’ve been addicted to pretty much every drug there is, but heroin was the worst. I was at my low point four years ago. It got to the point where I lost my job, my apartment, my girlfriend. I was homeless, stealing from people to get my fix for the day. One February day in 2014, I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore. I called up my Uncle, who was living in Colorado at his ranch, and I asked him if I could come live with him after I got clean. He agreed, and I headed off to rehab.

I went to The Recovery Village in Colorado, and the first thing I did was go through detox. The withdrawal period was rough. I didn’t think I was going to make it through. I went into the inpatient program when I was done with detox. That’s when things really started to change for me. The addiction¬†specialists there helped me see that I had a disease that needed to be treated. It wasn’t just that I was weak and had no self-control. I was sick.

I transitioned to outpatient care, and then I moved in with my uncle. It was very kind of him to allow me to move in, but he wasn’t going to just let me sit on my ass. He put me to work. Every day, I would help him tend to the cows and the corn that he grows. After a few months, I found that my life was entirely different. But I loved it. I worked really hard every day, and at the end of the day, I was satisfied. It was so much better than chasing every high, always chasing the next rush, the next sense of pleasure. That was all I cared about. I was selfish.

Now I do everything I can to help my uncle. By allowing me to live here and work with him, he has saved my life. And I am entirely grateful.

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