PERSONAL NARRATIVE | RECOVERY

The 5 Unique People I Met in Rehab

Brief but life-changing friends that I’ll never see again

Nagoh Creative
emoshitstorm
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8 min readJun 6, 2024

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(My Three Sons — My Heros) Photography by Nagoh Creative

As I take the steps to put pen to paper and reflect on my recovery walk through group meetings, 12-step programs, and counseling, I am reminded of the first days when I truly was at rock bottom.

It has been two years now since my “D-Day"—a term used often in recovery. I was admitted as a 1013, which means I was a danger to myself. I wonder if there is a market for T-shirts like this? “I survived a 1013 and all I got was a t-shirt”? (Note to self: check Etsy later.)

Much of D-Day week is a blur to me, but I will do my best to paint the scene and the people I encountered.

Please do not mistake the humor I use in sharing my story. It does not in any way undermine the seriousness of my situation or anyone else who may have experienced a 1013 moment. My journey is difficult and will be for years to come, but I am leaning into healing and helping those who love me dearly. Hear me when I tell you, “Recovery is forever.” No t-shirt is required to remember that.

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Nagoh Creative
emoshitstorm

Writer, Astronomer, Photographer, Poet, & Encourager. On a road of life recovery and sharing my journey as I reflect on the pictures I have taken over the years