Why I No Longer Value Drug Rehabs for Recovery
Part One of Two
When my son, Sam, (no one’s real name is used here) boarded a plane to his first rehab, I wanted to kneel down and kiss the tarmac.
Thank God.
I had navigated the powers that be to pluck a sick and broke addict that I loved from certain death. He was safely on his way to Florida and forever sobriety.