My P house story. I'm not going to lie, I struggled through The House. I originally landed at the Prescott House due to fear of prison time. I had been arrested again, only this time it wasn't a misdemeanor. In a drunken, drugged up state I robbed the apartment of a person I felt owed me, and along with my drunk friend found myself charged with two felonies. My great enabling parents quickly sent me out to rehab to avoid immediate jail time. Although I did not know until after I graduated, the charges were dropped because the defendant's failure to show in court.
So needless to say I wasn't at the Prescott House because I "was done". It took months for me to see that I did not want the life I had before I got sober. I spent the first few months just trying to skate by on compliance with rules and hoped that I would soon be able to leave and go back to the only thing I knew as life. I think just the amount of time that the long term treatment provided, afforded me a new perspective on life. I ceased craving the dismal existence of oblivion and began to have some kind of hope for my future. I had never given much thought to what I really wanted to do in life.
