Flying High on The Wings of Recovery
During my days of raising hell as an addict, I was always
treated as a pariah. I was always looked down as an outcast. My every effort,
no matter how sincere, was always despised upon. I could not blame others for
their mistrust. It was my own misdoing. I had broken many promises, laid to
rest everyone’s trust. I had no regards, no respect for any one except for my
addiction. My whole universe orbited around my addiction. I could not care more
for any human life, except to feed the monster within. Feeding the gluttony of
the wolves of addiction had bent my thinking. Complete lack of concern for my
own life, I was prone to self-destruction. Along the way to self destruction, I
had caused a collateral damage on massive scale. Ruining the hope and
aspiration of my family, well wishers and relatives was my premium achievement.
Any normal human beings expectations of a family, a home and
a future were estrange to me. I had neither expectations nor the will for such
ambitions. It was like, that spark for living such a decent, sober life had
died down inside of me. I had lost all hopes for returning to normalcy. The
mere thought of leading a normal beings life was anathema to me. It was not
like that I despised society. But the efforts and toil that go into taking a responsibility
and fulfilling it, always scared me. This fear led to my isolation from the
society. All alone, no one to care for, no one to talk to and no one to look
upto…I was just another grain of sand in the desert. Despite all this, a
flicker of hope somehow survived.
This flickering flame of hope was kindled and nurtured back
to life at Shafa Home, a correction
cum rehabilitation center. Recently, I was witness to nothing short of a
miracle. A Shafa alumnus laid the first keystone in the arch of recovery. He
has built the first bridge for a secure future. When he came to Shafa, he had
nothing on his own. When his mother expired during his treatment in Shafa, we
did not even tell him. It was for his own sake. His family was in such a
fragile state that we feared breaking the truth to him would instantly shatter
him emotionally. Soon afterwards, his only relatives washed their hands off
him. They even managed to sell off his property and clear the left debts.
Nothing short of disowning him, he was left with no roof on his head and no
family to look after him.
But slowly and steadily and to our pleasant surprise, he
withstood the test of time. Earning a respectful living here at Shafa, he saved
and built upon his trust. And then the biggest miracle took place, when he
bought his own flat today. some salary, a dependable bank balance, a flat, he looks forward to having a loving family too. He is now ready to take the responsibility towards becoming a normal social being.
Time and again , Shafa has proved that recovery is a road
travelled by one’s willing to endure the journey. No matter the hardships, no
matter the rain and storms, when we linger on and prove our mettle, recovery
follows with sweet results. Our Shafa alumnus is the hope that all of us look
upon. He was the rough carbon and needed the polishing and cutting by Shafa to
bring out the diamond within. Now his light is going to shine upon the aspiring
recovery addicts.
By-Neelabh
Shafa Home is country’s premier organization for treatment of
alcohol/drug problems, de-addiction, rehabilitation, counseling, treatment for
females, nasha mukti , psychiatric disorders and secondary addictions like
gambling, internet etc. Please visit our website at www.shafahome.org
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