When I was seven, I loved playing with Lego and swimming in the ocean. We lived in housing commission in Narrabeen. I was my mum’s angel, a good little boy. My dad wasn’t around much, but I had my mum and my sisters.
Everything changed when I developed a kidney malfunction and spent a long time in the hospital. Seeing other kids not make it left me in constant fear. My mum said I changed afterwards. I went from being bright and energetic to tired and drowsy, carrying the weight of my hospital experience into adolescence.
I started dabbling in drugs at 14, starting with cannabis, trying to fit in. My mum warned me to stop, but I didn’t. A few years later, I met a girl who used harder substances. She held down a good job, so I thought I could handle it too. Soon I was dependent.
I moved to Sydney and tried to quit, but after a friend died suddenly, I started using again. Depressed, I made the same mistakes, using alcohol, drugs, and gambling to escape reality. My downward spiral eventually led to jail. I detoxed there, but it didn’t last long after my release.
I was living with my sister and trying to hide my drug use, but she could see. I felt guilty because she supported me, but I didn’t know how to stop after 14 years of addiction. My sisters gently suggested rehab. One of my sisters called Odyssey House NSW, but I needed to make the call to refer myself. My niece had given me a notebook, and that day I wrote, “I’m going to call Odyssey House today.”
The day before rehab, I felt panicked, and I couldn’t stop myself from using one more time. The next morning, terrified, I knew it was now or never. My sisters came with me to support me as I checked in, hugging me tight before she left. Detox was tough, with demons from my past haunting me. It took time to realise I couldn’t change the past, but I could change my future.
After detox, I moved to the residential recovery house. Adjusting was challenging. I needed to disconnect from my old life and start fresh. I went from having no routine to a strict schedule, living with 30 other men, and participating in group activities and therapy. At first, I didn’t see how things like art class could help, but soon I found joy without using substances for the first time in years.