In 2004, I woke up to my parents and an escort team at four in the morning. Because I was seventeen at the time, the escort team told me I would be going to rehab and that I did not have a choice in the matter. With this news, my disease of addiction knew better than to protest. I knew that I needed to wait until I got outside before I attempted my escape. Needless to say, the escort team was prepared for the run away addict and my escape only landed me in handcuffs. Less than five hours later I was landing in Montana where a counselor from the Wilderness Treatment Center was meeting me and my escort team.
Now, seven years later, I am sober, happy and have written a memoir about my experience. My book, titled Intervention: Anything But My Own Skin chronicles my journey of being a teenage addict sent to the Wilderness Treatment Center against my will. To get an inside look at what a teen experiences in treatment, click below: