How I Put My Best Friend into Rehab

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It was 2015. Lee and I were hanging out at his place, like we always did. Or at least, like we had since he became an alcoholic.

The more addicted Lee became, the less he wanted to go out. He could just stay in and drink, and if he wasn’t out with his friends, they wouldn’t notice how much he was drinking. But I was his best friend, and I wouldn’t let him push me away. That night was the night I knew he needed help.

All The Signs

I realised that all of the signs were staring me in the face. Lee had been drinking before I got there, even though we agreed to meet in the afternoon. He had stacks of bottles and cans on the table, lined up – just for the two of us. I’m not a huge drinker, and he knew that. The majority were for him.

Later, I went to the bathroom and made an excuse to look around a little without him knowing. My suspicions were soon confirmed. I found bottles hidden under the bed, in his dresser, and behind boxes in his spare room. I saw flecks of vomit in the toilet bowl that hadn’t quite been washed away from last night’s drinking session.

When I got back from my exploration just a few minutes later, I realised half a bottle of vodka was gone. He had chugged it down in my absence, in the hope I wouldn’t notice.

Pleading For Reason

The next morning, after waking up in his spare room, I gathered the bottles I had found and confronted Lee with them. I wanted to talk to him while he had a hangover – while he still realised how much it hurt. To my horror, I realised he was actually still drunk. He had barely slept, and woken up to hair of the dog.

Though I pleaded with him to get help, at that point he wasn’t ready to listen to me. He denied he had a problem, and told me the bottles were just there for when friends came over. He even accused me of being the one that pushed him to drink the night before.

That first intervention ended in a row. I stormed out, more upset and worried than angry. It wasn’t the last time I would talk to him about his addiction and be shot down.

Getting Help

Finally, something in Lee seemed to change. I’m not sure what it was that made him see sense – something that happened at work, maybe, or realising how much money he was spending. In the end, it took one more tearful argument to make him agree to get help.

I personally drove him to a clinic similar to Riverside Clinic to start a rehab program. I wasn’t going to let him get away with this one – I watched until he was inside his own room before I left. Even though he had last-minute nerves and tried to back out, I stayed firm and practically pushed him inside.

The happy ending to this story is that I now have my best friend back. If I hadn’t pushed him, there’s no way Lee would have got help on his own. If someone you love is struggling with addiction, make sure they do something about it – sooner rather than later.

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