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Rob Archuleta – Addicts to Athletes – Meth Drug

December 8th, 2011

Drug Addiction Stories   Rob Archuleta   Addicts to Athletes   Meth DrugHere’s a drug addiction success story in reverse. Instead of a top athlete falling into drug use and ruin, and then pulling himself up by the boot straps – this is the story of Rob Archuleta – for nine years addicted to meth, who became a top athlete – a runner.

Now four years into recovery from his meth addiction, Rob Archuleta is the founder of a self help sporting group that is called “Addicts to Athletes”.

The informal group meets on different fields once a week. There is half an hour of discussion, motivation, and companionship – then each person goes out to exercise as part of the group – walking or running – depending on their level of personal fitness.

Archuleta, who used to live for the next fix of meth drug, now lives for the “runner’s high” and has never before felt fitter, or better than he does today.

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 There are many text books and scholarly works that refer to the benefits of exercise for fitness, and tension relief.

Nothing is quite so persuasive or eloquent as the words of someone who is actually out there doing it, putting the “words” into practice – making exercise an important part of their life.

Says Archuleta – ” I just felt better about myself. I was not depressed and I was not having anxiety, and if I did feel stressed, I would just go out and run.”

When anxiety and tension, or painful depression is present in the mind, it has a very direct impact on the body. Anxiety fuels the “flight or fight” response - a rush of adrenalin, poised for movement and action.

 Anxiety attacks often come on with no apparent cause, and there is no ready means to “discharge” all the potential energy that anxiety generates. It makes perfect sense – and is biologically sound to act out as nature originally intended we should do when feeling stressed and tense – get into some action and movement.

 The benefits of an exercise program at any fitness level is that there is always a sense of achievement – of having done your personal best, plus there is the support, the synergy and energy of the “group” that helps with motivation.

For many addicts, and people in recovery from their addiction there is a history of having been or felt like a “failure”. Drug addiction is associated with feelings of low self esteem.

Running and exercise are not only productive of fitness, new optimism and energy – but people can actually achieve euphoric effects – called a runner’s high that can assist people to keep going with their fitness program – and keep off the drugs.

It is to be commended that Archuleta has not only thought in terms of his own recovery, but has reached out to others, and increased his social circle, bringing benefits to all.

 Comprehensive alcohol and drug recovery programs include a moderate exercise regime in the context of complete addiction recovery. Exercise promotes a healthy appetite for good food, and promotes healthy sleep and relaxation. Exercise also helps the body to rid itself of drug  metabolites and toxins remaining in the system that contribute to long term cravings, make people feel irritable – and more prone to drug use.

People into exercise groups as a means to drug recovery might like to consider taking their recovery one step further.

 Two aspects of the comprehensive alcohol and drug recovery program can assist Addicts to Athletes, and others get more into their recovery.

Exercise also comes highly recommended to help recovery from addiction to cocaine, as well as meth drug.

Firstly the sauna detox helps and supports the exercise, helps to remove residual drugs and toxins from the body. Using sauna eliminates toxins, and reduces cravings.

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Secondly, there is a set of life enhancement courses, that helps build self esteem, social confidence and allows people to work through painful issues from their past that can result in compulsive ways of behaving – and addictive drug use.

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All forms of compulsive behavior are a response to internal stress – often caused by unresolved issues from our past – and a lack of life skills to deal with the problems of the moment.

Comprehensive life improvement courses complement any exercise program that enables you to “let off steam“, that relaxes and helps the body to recover from drug abuse.

The aim of comprehensive addiction recovery is to eliminate cravings and compulsive behavior. People that originally took exercise in a compulsive way will find that the more into true recovery they get, the less compulsive is their behavior. They begin to have more control.

Meth is a hard drug to give up, it is both physically and emotionally addictive. Comprehensive drug addiction programs are experienced with meth drug.

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Using a regular exercise plan, and a comprehensive drug recovery program can get former addicts from being “in recovery” to being able to say “I’ve recovered completely from my addiction.” 

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Crissy’s Help

March 23rd, 2010

Drug Addiction Stories   Crissys HelpI breathed in the smell of the salt water. I looked out over the beautiful sunrise and I counted my blessings. A year ago I could not have imagined being here. A year ago I was too addicted to crystal meth and could not see past my own desire for it. It didn’t matter that my daddy was pretty secure in his holdings in a major company and that I had all my bills and then some taken care of. I only knew I was getting my fix and that was all that mattered. Till I met Crissy.

Crissy was a single mom of three kids. She waited on me and my friends at the diner we went to when we were slumming. That meant we were waiting on the dealer. Crissy was a little older than us but she was friendly. I thought she was this sweet little waitress who just had a hard life. I didn’t yet know about the warrior in her.

One day the dealer was running late and we were getting fidgety. He wanted us to meet him at the regular spot (finally) but I was pissed off about having to wait. I told him if he wanted his money he would come to us. He grumbled and I hung up but not before telling him I knew another place to score. He quickly called back and said he would meet us in ten minutes at the diner we were at.

He came in and I saw a complete 180 in Crissy. She walked up to him and in a loud tone let him know he was not wanted there. He tried to act all big and bad but as Crissy stepped towards him, he jumped back. She was barely 5’5 and he was nearly 6 feet but you could see who the scaredy cat was and it wasn’t her.

He looked at us, shrugged and left. Crissy came over and asked “Were you girls seriously waiting for Big Steel?” Then she went over, locked the diner (we were the only customers at that time) and came back and sat down with the three of us. She told her story to us.

Crissy owned the diner, she wasn’t just the waitress. Big Steel was her cousin. He and her husband were friends throughout school. One of Big Steel’s drug deals went bad and her husband had gotten in the way of Big Steel and a bullet about four years earlier. He wasn’t into drugs, he was just driving home from work but he saw Big Steel in trouble and pulled over to help.

Crissy bought the little diner with part of the life insurance policy her husband had insisted on setting up. The rest was in savings for her children. It wasn’t much but it was a start. She looked at me. “You need help.” I hung my head and nodded. Something about Crissy and her courage got to us that night. We let her call our parents. We were sophomores at college out having fun on summer break but we still didn’t know how to take care of ourselves. Our parents came to get us and we all went into a confidential rehab treatment program.

I watched the sun rise as I sent another quiet thank you across the miles to Crissy. I knew my dad had set up an investment for Crissy as a thank you as well. I heard Big Steel finally ended up with one of those bullets. Guess he didn’t have the friends he used to. Crissy is doing well and, thanks to her, so are my two friends and myself. I don’t take my daddy’s money for granted anymore. More importantly, I don’t take life for granted, either.

I breathed in the smell of the salt water. I looked out over the beautiful sunrise and I counted my blessings. A year ago I could not have imagined being here. A year ago I was too addicted to crystal meth and could not see past my own desire for it. It didn’t matter that my daddy was pretty secure in his holdings in a major company and that I had all my bills and then some taken care of. I only knew I was getting my fix and that was all that mattered. Till I met Crissy.

 

Crissy was a single mom of three kids. She waited on me and my friends at the diner we went to when we were slumming. That meant we were waiting on the dealer. Crissy was a little older than us but she was friendly. I thought she was this sweet little waitress who just had a hard life. I didn’t yet know about the warrior in her.

 

One day the dealer was running late and we were getting fidgety. He wanted us to meet him at the regular spot (finally) but I was pissed off about having to wait. I told him if he wanted his money he would come to us. He grumbled and I hung up but not before telling him I knew another place to score. He quickly called back and said he would meet us in ten minutes at the diner we were at.

 

He came in and I saw a complete 180 in Crissy. She walked up to him and in a loud tone let him know he was not wanted there. He tried to act all big and bad but as Crissy stepped towards him, he jumped back. She was barely 5’5 and he was nearly 6 feet but you could see who the scaredy cat was and it wasn’t her.

 

He looked at us, shrugged and left. Crissy came over and asked “Were you girls seriously waiting for Big Steel?” Then she went over, locked the diner (we were the only customers at that time) and came back and sat down with the three of us. She told her story to us.

 

Crissy owned the diner, she wasn’t just the waitress. Big Steel was her cousin. He and her husband were friends throughout school. One of Big Steel’s drug deals went bad and her husband had gotten in the way of Big Steel and a bullet about four years earlier. He wasn’t into drugs, he was just driving home from work but he saw Big Steel in trouble and pulled over to help.

 

Crissy bought the little diner with part of the life insurance policy her husband had insisted on setting up. The rest was in savings for her children. It wasn’t much but it was a start. She looked at me. “You need help.” I hung my head and nodded. Something about Crissy and her courage got to us that night. We let her call our parents. We were sophomores at college out having fun on summer break but we still didn’t know how to take care of ourselves. Our parents came to get us and we all went into a confidential rehab treatment program.

 

I watched the sun rise as I sent another quiet thank you across the miles to Crissy. I knew my dad had set up an investment for Crissy as a thank you as well. I heard Big Steel finally ended up with one of those bullets. Guess he didn’t have the friends he used to. Crissy is doing well and, thanks to her, so are my two friends and myself. I don’t take my daddy’s money for granted anymore. More importantly, I don’t take life for granted, either.

 

 

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My Name is Tory

March 3rd, 2010

Drug Addiction Stories   My Name is ToryI grew up being in the shadow of others. I was Donny’s sister, David’s daughter, Margaret’s daughter, Lisa’s friend. I was never just Tory. I was second to everyone else. I came up with a great idea for our history paper when Lisa and I were in junior high. Even as Lisa stood there and told our teacher the idea was mine, she applauded Lisa for “allowing” me to share the credit. 

In high school, Lisa was out sick for a week with the flu and I was invited by another girl, Stacy, to go to a party. ME. Not Lisa, not Donny, me. So I went. It was there that I became acquainted with a new world. It was there I met crystal meth.

When Lisa came back to school, she noticed the change in me immediately. I was dressing “goth” she said. I told her she was just jealous. She warned me to keep away from my new friends. I told her she was being spiteful because they wanted to be friends with ME.

As the days went by, I got more involved with crystal meth and my new friends. One Tuesday afternoon, I got home about an hour late from school to find my family, Lisa and a lady there. They told me they cared about me. Not because I was just a sister, just a daughter, just a friend, but because I was Tory. They said they missed me. They called it an intervention.

The lady told me she was a counselor and that it was not too late to get off crystal meth. She said I had a wonderful family and best friend who did not wait until I was hurt or in jail to get help. It had only been about six weeks. They were not going to take chances with me. As soon as they confirmed I was involved with drugs, they sought help.

Lisa was one of the speakers at our high school graduation two years later. She had been on the honor roll all four years. She told the audience she would not have maintained her high grades if not for the creative and inspirational ideas of one person, her best friend, Tory. She looked over at me and everyone stood up giving both of us a standing ovation. My parents were beaming from ear to ear even though I had not won any awards.

I am Donny’s sister, David’s daughter, Margaret’s daughter and Lisa’s best friends. My name is Tory and I am the luckiest girl on earth.

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