Finding a Medicaid Detox in Ohio

If you’re like me, you’ve been to a few Medicaid detox centers, and probably a handful of inpatient rehabs too. You found yourself in the same type of building, doing the same type of groups that seem to occur from sunrise to sunset; 7 days a week. Individual care was nearly non-existent. I felt just like another number, just another patient, and almost like a burden on staff. It felt that a lot of staff was just there for their check, not because they cared.

This isn’t only an issue for medicaid detoxes in Ohio, but all over the United States. Inpatient detoxes are a necessity, so why do I feel like I am not wanted there? These places are supposed to help save my life, but here I am, detoxing, pretty much cold turkey, and even getting some Ibuprofen seems to cause problems.

If I manage to complete the detox, I find myself relapsing time and time again. Sometimes it’s due to my lingering withdrawal symptoms, fentanyl is no joke, other times its because I did nothing to deal with the underlying issues of my drug addiction.

Life as a Drug Addict

“Every penny I had went toward getting high, but I found myself just trying to not be sick most of the time. I wanted to get help, but drug addiction is a beast. I can’t tell you how many days I said would be the last time I used, only to wake up with one thought on my mind, getting more. Every moment of everyday was dedicated to this one thing; more. At time’s I’d have enough to buy enough that could’ve lasted me a few days, only to run out before sundown.”

I was a shell of a human, an unrecognizable version of myself. I was a slave to my drug. It told me what I could do and when I could do it. I did some awful stuff while I was out there getting high. Hurting friends, stealing from family, and just being a blackhole of joy was just normal life. I was so fast to accept my misery.

I lost everything. Not just the material things, but my happiness, my will to live, my relationships, everything. Anything that I held close to my heart or found any value in, was gone. Everything was replaced by one thing, my drug. I did whatever else came in front of me, but I had my primary substance of choice. I knew I should go get help from an inpatient detox, but I just kept doing what I was doing.

Why didn’t I go get help? It was a mixture of things. Pride was a big one. The fear of withdrawing without medication at those Ohio detoxes that I became all too familiar with. Then there was the inability to admit that I was powerless over my addiction and that my life had become beyond unmanageable. Everything was a huge mess. I wanted to get clean. I really did. I just couldn’t get myself to take that first step. That one step seems so daunting at the time, but in reality it was stupidly simple. GO TO INPATIENT REHAB!

Nothing Changes if Nothing Changes

As more and more time passed and I didn’t get clean, I accepted the fact that I was going to die as nothing more than a homeless drug addict. I would become a statistic, maybe some old photos of me would be shared on Facebook with some “gone too soon” and “RIP”. Then that be it. I’d be gone, forgotten by most, missed by few, remembered as nothing beyond what I was at the time, an addict.

Obviously, I didn’t have money to pay the crazy rates that some private inpatient detoxes require, so I had to find a detox that accepted Medicaid in Ohio. Seemed easy enough, right? I found plenty of places, but finding a bed was a different story. My will to get help and get clean changed with every minute. So I was working on finding a place in Ohio, that took my insurance, and had a bed available. Not so easy. k

Oh, then there was the little issue of finding a way to actually get to that detox facility. I didn’t have a car. So now I needed to find a place that could get me a ride, God knows I didn’t have the money for an Uber or whatever. If I did get any money together, it was going toward getting me high.

This overwhelming fear of rejection and the struggle to find a place kept me out there even longer. Then my Mom found this site. She called, they found a bed for me, and they could have someone come pick me up. All that time. All that misery. This was all I needed to do. Make one phone call, to the right place, and I was put in the best detox out there.

I went to detox, then decided to continue my care at an inpatient rehab in Ohio. I figured why not give myself the best chance at staying clean? I had nothing, so I had nothing to lose, but literally everything to gain. If you’re reading this, I hope you do the same. That life I lived wasn’t for me and it isn’t for you/loved one either. Call here and get the help you need.