I went to a rehab facility several strange times before I finally kicked alcohol. I started drinking when I was 14 years old. My friends & I stole beers from the bar on the corner. I was drinking everyday when I was a senior in private school. I didn’t realize I was an alcoholic back then, but that behavior was the beginning of all of my concerns. I flunked out of college because I was late for class, missing exams, & getting into fights with my teachers. After I left school, I went back beach home to live with my Dad & dad. My dad wanted me to work with him, although I did not want to spend my life working as a plumber. My Dad took me to a therapist & my parents insisted that I speak with someone yearly if I wanted to continue residing in the home for free. It only took a few visits before the therapist realized that a lot of my concerns we are due to severe depression. The therapist commanded taking an antidepressant that would boost my serotonin levels & she also commanded using medical marijuana, then when I told my parents that the therapist commanded medical marijuana, they were completely horrified. My Dad called the therapist a quack… No one in my home thought it was a good idea, although I still got a prescription from the dentist. After several weeks of bi-weekly cannabis use, I assume motivated & full of energy. I absolutely assume prefer plumbing with my dad might be the work I choose.