Tag: Addiction

How to cope with everyday stresses that cause cravings for drugs.  

Stress – Relapses happen.

Often. It’s not uncommon in the first few days or weeks of addiction recovery.

It’s not uncommon within the first few hours, either.

Why? Well, it’s called ‘Life on Life’s Terms’ by the addiction recovery fellowships. What that translates to is: stress.

stress happens JDs BlogHigh levels of stress are probably the most dangerous experience for a recovering addict to go through.

Sure, some people relapse when they’ve had a really great day. They want to celebrate, and their old friend, Damian Drug, is out there… waiting to pick them up.

Or they’re going through a sad time. Losing a loved one. A relationship breakup. Missing an episode of Game of Thrones, and then seeing a spoiler on Facebook.

(I hate it when people post spoilers about GoT – makes me want to invite them to a Red Wedding.)

But stress… man… that is hard for an addict to cope with.

It can be anything. Going under the microscope of that government agency named after an influenza. Thinking your partner is cheating on you, and you’re waiting to hear from the private eye – imagining writhing ecstasy in telephoto-lensed photos…

Or you have evil co-workers conspiring to make life a misery. And that’s a big thing, workplace bullying and office politics. I went through it once, and, in response, I guzzled alcohol like an SUV guzzles petrol.

So how does one cope with stress? Here’s what happens to me, maybe you can relate:

Something happens which makes my future feel precarious. Let’s say it’s my starting the new job. The job doesn’t only involve writing copy – which I’m pretty darn comfortable with. It also involves content management systems. These are the backend of social media. When you see an ad in your Facebook newsfeed? It seems bang on target for you, right?

That’s because the content management system (CMS) for Facebook business users allows them to hone in on specific audiences. You are a demography. A market. If you post pictures of you cycling the streets on the weekend then: ads for bicycles start showing up in your newsfeed. Or maybe you see diamond engagement rings being advertised? But you said nothing about getting married on FB, you were only just beginning to discuss it with your partner, so what gives? Well, you updated your singleton status to In a relationship with Jon Doe about 20 months ago. They have some algorithm that works out the average dating time before a guy gets down on his knee – as if you’re about to whip out a sword and knight him Sir Stayshomealot. You have been psychographed as being in the prime window period when a proposal is likely to happen, and you can be sure your hubby-to-be is seeing the same ads.

Essentially, CMSs manage content. It allows you to post content onto your business’s page, to do analytics on visitors, all kinds of stuff to bring in the bacon.

Anyway, back to our example: these CMSs are a bit complicated, and I stress that it’ll take me too long to work it all out. I’m now projecting future stress into the present moment like a nervous, sweaty time machine.

What if I don’t perform my job properly? What if doing my best isn’t good enough? What if the amount of work required overwhelms me, and no matter how much time I put in, I end up dropping big hairy balls?

The sheer length of the work list causes me to hyperventilate; panic, pace around the house smoking enough smoke signals to hail a Cherokee; and consider smoking a blunt, popping a tranquiliser, or drinking alcohol at an Olde English Pub with bugged-out eyes – at 10am in the morning.

Because the thoughts of what could happen obsess me. I don’t let go of them. They swirl around my brain like ravenous sharks. I get more and more anxious. It feels like the end of the world is coming… it’s around the corner, man, and my life – as I know it – is over.

It’s not even a case of: maybe I should go use drugs. It’s a case of: drugs, drugs, gimme drugs, drugs, drugs, anything to make me stop feeling this way!

Better options than flushing my life down the drug addiction toilet are:

Talk to somebody. Which I do. Reaching out like they’re a red lifesaver bobbing in the ocean.

Meditation. Going zen, man, as I click on youTUBE videos of trippy patterns playing to Indian sitars.

Not enough? I do research into CMSs, learning that maaaaybe they’re not so difficult to learn, and start trying them out. This is tackling the source of your stress head on, instead of ignoring it. Sometimes that’s all it takes.

Because stress isn’t a biological feature that mysteriously appeared just to make life more difficult.

Stress can be your friend. Some situations are appropriately scary. If I didn’t stress about learning how to manage CMSs, then I really would be in danger of losing my job. Stress helps you take threats seriously – so you can do something about them.

I see stress as divided into Good Stress and Bad Stress. The former is stress you can face, if you change your mindset, and use it to power through obstacles. The latter is stress where you’re powerless to do anything. And here is where Houghton House helped me a lot.

We were taught, in situations we had no power to alter, we need to accept we’re powerless over the outcome. Simply by telling ourselves, “Hey, man, might as well shrug, nothing you can do, except plan for the possible fallout,” we let go of the stress.

So a Bad Stress situation would be a nasty co-worker in a meeting with your boss. About you. They’re bad-mouthing you, trying to push you out the door. Either you’ll get a chance to speak up or you won’t, but there’s no control over that. What to do? Shrug, and send out your CV.

Best you can do. And knowing you’ve done your best, well, helps ease off the stress.

Making it easier to avoid the temptation for drugs or alcohol.

What’s your favourite healthy methods of easing off stress? Tell us in the comments section of this blog’s Facebook post. Maybe you’ll help a recovering addict manage their stress better.








God, Cancer, and Keeping Clean from Drugs & Alcohol.

Clean from Drugs. They say pray for a miracle. Houghton House is the miracle in active addiction. But with cancer in the family, who did I pray to? Anyone who would listen. And it seems someone did.

My cat is tearing up a newspaper. I’m not sure why, but I suspect he doesn’t like bad news. Crunch crunch, in the next room. It’s torn to shreds. That’ll show it for inundating you with misery, Mason!

Near the end of last year, I had the worst news: my younger sister had a tumour growing in her pancreas.


Pancreatic cancer ended the life of Steve Jobs, the man who created Apple.

It withered away Dirty Dancing star Patrick Swayze.

And it took the legendary actor who played Harry Potter’s Snape, Alan Rickman.

It has claimed countless lives.

When my father sent me the WhatsApp on a November Saturday afternoon, I went cold as an iceberg. I certainly felt hit by one.

After visiting my family later in the day, I did something I hadn’t in a very long time.

I prayed. I didn’t believe in God, and still don’t, but when you’re powerless as a new-born baby, there’s an absolute desperation making you willing to try anything.

I became convinced that if there was a God, He didn’t just perform miracles nilly-willy. It didn’t make sense to me that something brought into Creation could just be taken out.

I believed if there was a God who created the Universe, He would expect Balance, and that’s where most people got it wrong.

I thought about how my sister has four children, all under the age of five. A loving husband who looked wrecked that afternoon, shattered as he was. Two parents I felt would be more destroyed if she left this world than I. In large part because she’s a mother and a wife, and isn’t deeply flawed with the darkest of demons like I am.

So I prayed, and I prayed: “God, damn it, please, I beg of you, take me! Take me for her! Take me for her! Give me the cancer! Take me for her! Please!”

With all my heart I poured into that plea, my vocal chords straining like the world’s loneliest violin.

I spent a good half hour repeating that prayer, and then I was spent.

It wasn’t unlike active addiction, when I was desperate for drugs and alcohol, and an obstacle stood in my way. Addiction was a cancer of sorts on my life, too. One I’m sure most addicts would attest to. They blighted everything. Work. Family. Friends. I became essentially an introvert, detached from all and sundry, like a hermit in the mountains who’s forsaken mankind.

Cancers are treatable. Mine got treated in Houghton House, where their form of chemo is psychotherapy by some of the best counsellors in the country, together with Group sessions where fellow in-patients – in the exact same life situation as you – help deal with your issues. And of course, there’s the discovery of what Addiction really means, according to the Disease Model, through in-depth lectures and videos.

Sadly, not everyone succeeds in their treatment. Like all diseases, it comes down to the individual.

So to with my sister. Except she has the best fighting spirit I’ve ever seen.

However, knowing what I knew about pancreatic cancer, I didn’t believe she had a chance.

I watched her grow thinner and thinner by the day. I watched my mother try to hide overwhelming emotions. I watched my dad being stoic as a Spartan soldier.

But my sister is on a new drug. It apparently has had great results. I looked it up on the net. But nothing to do with pancreatic cancer. Which has a kill rate of about a hundred percent. A hundred people, in a room, slowly all slumping onto their desks… gone.

I’m not much of an optimist. I didn’t pray again.

I did wobble a bit too. On the addiction front. There was a day when it all seemed too much. I sat on the floor, wrestling with myself. I reminded myself, no matter how strong the sudden urge to use drugs or alcohol is, we don’t only keep clean for ourselves. We do it for our family, and mine was going through enough as it was. That gave me strength to get through it.

Cravings happen a lot in early recovery. They dwindle as time goes by, though as this experience shows, they still come back during times of stress or sorrow.

Keeping clean means preparing for these cravings and knowing they can be beaten.

Keeping clean brings rewards to an addict’s life.

Sometimes, the rewards are meeting people who’d never have looked at you, bothered with you, in active addiction.

Special people.

Like my Fox. The delightful young lady I met two blogs ago. We’ve been smitten with each other ever since. And she’s come into my life after a long, metaphorical drought.

Now, the sparks are igniting into a blaze.

So I was very excited to tell her the good news I had recently regarding my sister. Very good news.

“I was in the pet store, trying to balance a bag of cat food, with the new pet-bed for Mason and Maxine, when my mom phoned.”


“So you remember I told you my sister’s first course of treatment, the chemo, is done? Mom said the doctors did a CAT scan to see if the tumour had been affected.”

“And what did they find?” she asked.

“It’s been shrunk by 60%!” At the time, I couldn’t believe it. 60% is huge considering it’s one of the deadliest cancers known to humankind. I nearly broke down in the pet store, there was such huge relief. I nearly wept an ocean.

“That’s brilliant!” the Fox said.

“I know! And she still has two more courses of treatment to go! I think she’s going to beat this thing!”

And I really do. I finally have hope, after all this time, that my sister will win.

The Fox didn’t respond for a moment. “You know,” she said, “this is because you prayed that one time, right? That Saturday you got the news?”

My prayer to switch places with my sister, I could still taste the desperation.

“Sure, whatever,” I replied. “I’ll take what miracle I can get.”

“And because your prayer was so selfless, asking God to give you her cancer, he gave you me.”

“What do you mean?”

“My birthday is 3 July. You know what star sign that makes me?”

“Let me guess…”

I could tell she was smiling on the other side of the phone.

She said:

“I’m a Cancerian.”

Funny old world.

Looks like I got Cancer after all.







Tales of Active Addiction: Madness of the Ninja Poet

J.D recounts an episode of his active addiction, one that led to him getting the help he needed.

Poetry recitals don’t get more bizarre than this. I was standing in my entrance hall with just jeans on, brandishing a samurai sword while spitting angry stanzas at the front door. I was swinging the sword in curved arcs around me as I recited the lines to those outside trying to break in, “The violin strings have been unplucked; their stirring souls have gone mad and run amuck!” followed by the rest of it, the theme being:

An orchestra falling apart.

Just as my life had done. I was grieving the death of Walter, my cat, who, it felt like, was my child – he had a long dormant virus from the cattery I got him from. I had been in a hostile work environment after getting into a corporate knife fight with someone with more taste for ruthlessness than Hannibal Lector. And my strict diet of drugs and alcohol fuelled an addiction gone ravenously out of control.

A cocktail for craziness, and I didn’t so much go over the edge as rocket boosted off the darn thing.

Naturally, my family were concerned when I declared a holy war on the world, so they tried to get me committed to a psych ward. Being as responsible as a typical addict, I found it hard to commit to a new relationship, especially one with loonies, shrinks and overly manly orderlies.

So, one afternoon, as I lay trying to get some rest, there was a loud knock on the door, and a polite request, as polite as a border collie gone rabid, to open the heck up. When I refused to comply, they broke the lock. Suddenly, with the strength of ten Spartans, I bounded through the apartment and flipped over the dining room table, crashing it against the door – just as they attempted to open it, and push through.

I shouldered back, and with the table wedged there, they could barely open a centimetre before Le Resistance forced them to give up.

My white cat, Balton, my teenage kitten, who I adopted to help heal the hurt of Walter’s loss, scrambled whilst the melee, leaping out the one-story window. I rushed to it, in time to see him scuttle out the gate in the garden below.

An agonised scream issued forth from me, and I ran to the study to grab the samurai sword, and stood spewing words, as my father looked through the key hole in horror.

Poetry I shouted, like a war cry. Funnily enough, I was given the nickname ‘ninja poet’ when I was in high school, but I doubt anyone envisioned I’d get an addiction problem, and it would result in this.

The reason I’m mentioning this incident is because I was reminiscing this week. I was going through some old photographs and found one of a teddy bear. He was wearing a small, red boxing glove, while seated on a window sill, looking out of the brown, wooden shed through a window, to the blue and green world outside.Tales of Active Addiction

I took that picture with my iPad at the clinic for the sanity-challenged. But the psych ward wasn’t enough. It helped repair my mind. I later went to Houghton House, to repair my soul.

(As a side note: I found Houghton’s counselling team very knowledgeable about mental illnesses like bipolar disorder. They also have relationships with various clinics, who will recommend them as the best treatment centre for addiction. My doctor, especially, was enthusiastic when I told her I wanted to go there.)

We all have in our life stories multiple strands of chaos woven together by a loom of lunacy.

You might wonder, how did they get me? This guy, modelling last summer’s jeans in the throes of active addiction, was kind of dangerous.

I wish I was dangerous. It has a certain risqué sexiness to it. But Balton helped save me.

For years, I practiced with that darn thing. Good cardiovascular workout, really, swinging cold steel like a samurai. (This was a replica sword, by the way, the kind they use for movies – it couldn’t even slice bread.) Put on some action music from an intense movie trailer, and you really get the blood pumping. My cat would watch bemused. Sometimes, I felt judged.

Now, hours after the initial attempt to breach the door failed, the emergency team and my family considered calling the police to get involved. I think this would have ended my story in a gripping newspaper headline. Perhaps deadline is more like it.

It had grown dark, the Sun casting her last rays through my window. I still had the sword in my hand, like a child holding his teddy during a lightning storm. All I wanted to do was look for my cat, but I was terrified I’d be carted off the moment I stepped through the door.Addict holding sword

Then I heard desperate meowing outside my bedroom window. I ran to it and looked down. There was this little blue-eyed creature who wanted back into his home. I couldn’t deal anymore.

So I picked up the phone. Like a terrorist negotiating the release of hostages, I got them to agree to pick up my cat from the garden below, in exchange for me.

Then I surrendered. I dropped my sword on the floor, grabbed a cat carrier bag, and walked through the barricade, before opening the door and stepping outside. Carrying no suitcase, nothing, just the cat carrier bag, I begged them to find him.

Meanwhile, off I went to the psych ward in a pretty ambulance, lights flashing and all.

My parents found Balton, and took him to stay at a relative, with cats of her own, who he became best friends with.

Pets tend to be ill-treated in active addiction, and end up with neurotic behaviours. I’m proud to say my cat had a tranquil personality, and a friendly one, where he would introduce himself to strangers without being skittish.

I took care of him, because sometimes even drugs won’t destroy who you truly are. For those reading this, those still stuck in the throes of active addiction, you’re a good person, maybe you’ve done bad things in addiction, but maybe your goodness shone through despite everything. Hold onto that, and get help, for your loved ones’ sake.

He had a lovely, trusting way about him. Had. Because, and I will never forgive myself, one of this relative’s cats had the feline leukaemia virus. Contractible as easily as by the nose-bumping cats do when they greet each other. It is always fatal. A gentle cat who fought a battle against his illness as long as he could, for another year. Then, the day eventually came when I walked, with a heavy heart, into the veterinary hospital carrying him in his carrier bag.

His illness now caused him pain, and we decided prolonging his life any longer was selfish. I didn’t want to let go, but it was time to. I was there with him the whole way through. When the vet said it was time to say goodbye, I kissed his little white, furry, forehead. I used to pick him up when I got home from work, and did it all the time. This was the final time.

He meowed, so confused, at the tube inserted into his slender leg, his baby blue eyes looking to mine for answers. Then the vet asked if I was ready. I wasn’t, but this was now about him.

She plunged the lethal dose of anaesthetics into him, and barely a second later, he turned rigid, tongue out his mouth, and fell over. He had gone from my loving, soft, little creature, who would nip me on the nose in the mornings while I was half-sleeping, as he kneaded the pillow, to just a thing.

“Do you want to touch him? Some people find it comforting,” the vet said.

“There’s not point now,” I replied. “He’s gone…”

He’s gone.

Samurai were said to be the fiercest of warriors, who showed no signs of human ‘weakness’.

They didn’t cry. They certainly didn’t bawl like a summer thunderstorm had erupted in their tear-ducts.

But I’m no samurai. Thanks to my time at Houghton House, I don’t need to be. I don’t have to constantly fight against the world anymore. I was free.

My little white cat gave me the greatest gift one can have bestowed.

The only way I could win the war against active addiction was to wave the white flag of surrender.

For me, I no longer need to carry arms because that war is over.

I hope yours is too.









Matrix of Addiction

Going Into The Matrix of Addiction

“Denial is a big part of drug matrix of addiction. And I certainly deluded myself a lot during active addiction. What I believed of myself. And what I believed of others, which included being deeply distrustful.”

by J.D

In The Matrix, young hacker Neo is in search of the truth about the world he lives in. Finally, after he makes contact with the mysterious Morpheus, he’s offered a choice: the red pill, which will show him what Reality really is, or the blue pill, which will allow him to live the comforting lie he always has.

I think addicts would have taken both pills. We being all about excess.

Now living in Recovery, thanks to the help of Houghton House, I need to control my desires for excess. Too much sex leads to carpal tunnel syndrome. Too much gym leads to too much real sex, which leads to too many crabs. Too much cake in the morning leads to insulin injections. Too much broccoli leads to too many hippy-flavoured farts.

Too much time on my computer leads me to feeling like I’m living in a virtual world, same as Neo. But that’s okay. Being an addict, I’m a natural blue piller, and I prefer that “reality’.

But that was taken away from me recently. I discovered I had a particularly nasty bit of malicious code (malware) on my laptop. Trying to get rid of it nearly drove me over the edge of sanity.

This actually happens, for one reason or another, fairly often.Houghton House - Going Into The Matrix of Addiction Imagine, if you will, a ninja. Dressed from head to toe in black, with only cruel eyes showing, and an ability to hide completely in the shadows. Able to bypass the guards at J.D Castle, while going about the business of espionage and the possible assassination of your financial affairs through stealing credit card details.

That’s a rootkit. Called “root” because they gain access to your root directory, they can make changes on your computer as if they were you. They also, like that popular (but dangerous) kid from high school, will organise a party at your house while your parents are away – the kind of party that makes you think, “Maaaybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

Then they invite the most unsavoury bunch of delinquents they can think of. For instance, viruses, those replicants who infect your machine much the same way as floating bits of DNA would infect your body and give you a cold. Or, if you’re a guy, man-flu.

Agent Smith was very much a virus in this respect. Hugo Weaving, the actor who played him, is Australian. And as anyone who follows the Hollywood scene would know, the Australians have been multiplying like viruses there for eons.

Viruses on your computer are just part of the line-up. Think also keystroke loggers, trojan horses, adware, spyware, elopewithyourdaughterware.

My machine would constantly go on the fritz. Applications I’d load up would hang. Haaaaang for a very long time. Or the screen would flash, as if to say: “I’m about to explode in your face!”, and then go back to normal: “Juuust kidding!”

This is incredibly stressful as my computer is how I make my living. I can’t go back to typewriters. What would I do without spellcheck? Ut wouldm’t look prretty.

Back to the rootkit metaphor, finding the f#$kers is really difficult. Deleting them more so. And they hide the existence of all the other malware so it’s like your parents are now back from holiday. They see their prize poodle floating away on a dagga cloud, but they don’t see the circle of reprobates puffing on the porch. They can’t understand why the pool is the colour of beer with a floating crate in the middle (and it isn’t that colour just because of the beer). Your parents certainly don’t see the cause of the broken bed in the guest room. They just know they never, ever want to take a blue light in there.

I spent a lot of time and energy trying to get rid of this thing, which I was barely able to detect. The logs your Windows system keeps will have their entries deleted by the rootkit to hide its nefarious activities. But Karspersky, my anti-virus programme, does keep its own logs, and they appear as incorruptible as an isolated government official on Mars. Through them, I saw dodgy entries of executable files being downloaded and run, files with names like imperfectlylegithehheh.exe.

I took it to a company I for the sake of decency won’t name here, but let’s call them Incredibly Incompetent. (Wait for my post on Hello Peter for more.) A gent there was asked to do a clean reinstall of the operating system. That’s when a copy of Windows is booted up through an external DVD drive, and the entire hard drive is formatted before placing a completely fresh installation of Windows on it.

Clean reinstall. I think that’s a lot like what Houghton House did for me. My own operating software was faulty thanks to the rewiring that happens through drug abuse and addiction. They performed the reboot I needed, to take me out of The Matrix-like fabrication I had spun myself into.

Denial is a big part of drug addiction. And I certainly deluded myself a lot during active addiction. What I believed of myself. And what I believed of others, which involved a deep distrust of them.

If anything, I’ve become a bit too trusting of people now as I walk the journey of recovery. This chap didn’t do a clean reinstall. He merely hit a button I could have pressed, and reset my system. Heck, I could have done the clean reinstall anyway, I just didn’t have access to a clean computer to download the Windows install files needed.

Enough of this technical talk. I found out later he lied, because the rootkit came back and when I revisited him, he let slip. Rootkits have this ability to hide in another section of the computer – and a system reset isn’t going to kill them. So they can then reinfect you. But, they “blue pill” you into thinking everything is fine. For awhile. Eventually, just as Neo sensed something was wrong with his world, I sensed something was wrong with mine.

Finally, I found my Morpheus. He wasn’t as suave as Lawrence Fishburne, but he wielded the screwdriver that opened my laptop’s casing like a katana, and after removing the hard drive, he cleansed it in a bullet-time salvo strike that decimated all enemy code into ashes. Of course, there could still be a rootkit lurking in the motherboard’s firmware. It could be blue pilling me into thinking I’m safe. I don’t trust oddities in my laptop’s behaviour anymore. I am more suspicious of sudden quirks than a counsellor at Houghton sniffing naughty behaviour (oh yeah, you’re not allowed to insert your “USB” into anyone’s port at any treatment centre – one of the reasons is, it could ruin your chances of keeping clean, more on this in a different blog post).

But at least I don’t live in the manufactured (by chemicals) world of active addiction. Like Neo, I’ve been liberated from my personally made Matrix.

Because at Houghton House, they teach you the truth about your matrix of addiction.

And the truth shall set you free.












Active Addiction

My Shield Against the Demons of Active Addiction.


by J.D

A mass of demons, far as one can see. Glimmering malice in their eyes as they rush forward, relentlessly charging.

But before them, stands a single man.

Muscular, blue, spandex costume, with an iconic five-pointed star on his barrelled chest, Captain America swings his arm, and in a blinding speed, his large round shield, made of the near-indestructible vibranium alloy, shoots at an angle and ricochets off dozens of these demons’ heads – causing them to explode in fire and brimstone – before spinning back to his outstretched hand.

Yet, the demons still come, and yet he still unwaveringly faces them.

This is my most recent dream of the most noble of the Avengers. Why is he so recurring? Maybe because I always get a sense of feeling safe in these dreams, protected by a symbol of selfless struggle in defence of the defenceless.

I guess I fear falling to my own demons. I struggle with them every day. And not just with Addiction, but my bipolar disorder – which is caused by how my malfunctioning frontal cortex processes emotions.

And I do get so, so emotional…

There was an advert I saw off YouTube. An award-winning ad.

The music that plays throughout is soulful and a little sad. An old man lives in an apartment with his dog. The ad starts off with the veracious canine leaping onto this older gentleman’s bed and licking his face with great affection. Now awake, the old man enjoys a cup of tea while petting his best friend. And then, goes out into the city, with his sweet-natured animal companion always by his side.

The old man walks about, stopping off at places such as a bakery or a cafe, and his best friend sits waiting patiently outside.

The ad cuts to the old man in his apartment, watching TV on a sofa, his dog beside him. Suddenly, he holds his head in pain. Next, our ears hear the whine of an ambulance’s siren, as the old man sees, through its backdoor window, his loyal companion chasing desperately after him.

The old man is wheeled into a hospital on the ambulance’s stretcher, with medical staff attending to him. One of the medics closes the hospital’s doors just as the dog tries to come through.

The sad, but soulful, music continues to play. There is a quick flit of scenes, all with the dog waiting close by the hospital entrance, to show time passing. Waiting patiently for the human he loves. Day. Night. Sunshine. Rain.

The dog rests his head on the ground, and we can feel his weariness, but undying loyalty.

And then, finally, the hospital glass doors are opened, and a woman is wheeled out by her family. The dog gets up, no longer mournful, and runs to her, putting his paw on her lap. She strokes his face as she smiles.

The screen fades to black and we see:

Become an organ donor.

I watched it while around people I work with. I started choking and rushed to the bathroom, where, once out of sight, huge blobs of tears streamed down my face.

I tried my best not to think of that ad for the rest of the day. When I came back to my desk, my work partner looked at me knowingly, and then said – as his eyes darted back to his computer monitor – “Quite an ad.”

I just nodded, suddenly struggling to breathe.

Most people were moved by that ad. But I nearly dried into husk from the water lost through my tear-ducts. That’s my experience of living with an intense mood disorder, which I once used strong spirits to inure myself from. Alcohol did the trick. Till it eroded away my life, and I drowned in demons I couldn’t deal with in a functional way.

Now I’ve learnt how to live with bipolar. Even though every emotion is overwhelming. Anger threatens to boil into an all-consuming rage. Love throws me headfirst into an enveloping ecstasy of madness. Anxiety reverberates the world around me – I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything, but silently scream desperately to escape. And sadness spins into a storm of misery, quenching the sun from the sky.

And the worst. Rejection, from anyone, especially friends or romantic partners, is like being cast out of Eden, forever. Feeling like your soul was laid bare and found severely wanting.

Using substances became such a demonic way to control or suppress my emotions. Now I cope with them through writing, by painting, and photography. I cope with them by following the suggestions of Houghton House’s staff. And of course, through implementing, in my own way, the tenants of recovery.

When I was in my darkest place, in the depths of active addiction, when the horde was overcoming me, Houghton House rescued my soul. And now, because I continue to see my councillor every week, she stands by me, making sure I always hold a shield made of indestructible hope, ready to be hurled spinning against the darkness.

I don’t know if I’ll ever defeat my demons. But I’ll be damned if I ever give up the fight.

Living a life of recovery, that is my shield. It helps me become something I never thought I could be: to myself, a hero.

For standing against our demons no matter what…

We are all heroes.







JD's Blog on Addiction & Recovery

An Addict’s Journey in their Recovery from Addiction

Welcome to Houghton House’s new blog, which features an addict’s journey in their recovery from addiction, as written by recovering addict J.D.

Every week, he’ll regal personal experiences and insights as he makes his way through a life of sobriety.


Winter Has Gone  

 God knows what Season 7’s epic finale will bring (I haven’t seen it yet, so no spoilers). But I’m sure Game of Thrones will never be the same. Like in all the other seasons.

Remember when Ned Stark was like, “WTF? But I’m the main character!” as he kneeled before the chopping block, about to get a short, back, and sides? The nature of the show’s twisty-turny narrative structure revealed itself then. And, of course, GoT has since built up quite the army of devoted fans, moi included, who just have to imbibe the next episode, as it happens.

Game of Thrones is basically TV crack. If you smoke that sherbet, you’re going to have more.

Reminds me of active addiction, obviously, where I had to play head-games with myself just not to take another hit of white gold. “Save it for later.” “Make it last.” “Don’t sell your child into slavery quite yet.” These are the kind of conversations I used to have with myself.

Thanks to Houghton House, now the only white thing I chase is Jon Snow. Totes hot.

Fortunately, my nasal passageways aren’t under assault by white walkers any more, since my time in Houghton House taught me a few important things:

Rule 1. Don’t use.
Rule 2. Don’t f’ing use, ever!

Rule 2. is especially helpful to me, as I’m one of those addicts who needs to be swatted around the cranium a few times for the message to sunk in. It’s now been close to a year since I walked out Houghton’s gate a free man. And by free, I mean, don’t count decadent desserts, video games, or Tinder. Nor, obviously, binge watching my favourite TV shows.

Because I know I can’t control my addiction. It’s like the KGB. In Mother Russia, Addiction control you. And in everywhere else. Even Westeros, and this isn’t a spoiler I promise, Tyrion WILL eventually die of a sexually transmitted disease. Or liver failure. Let that be a lesson to you. Oh, he’s having fun now, but just wait until he’s on his deathbed, moaning, ‘My little Tyrion is burning hotter than wildfire!’

Which reminds me. If you have a sex addiction. And it’s getting out of hand (see what I did there?) maybe it’s time. You called. The H-Team.

They do help with process addictions, and if you don’t know what process addictions are, this is a quick primer: you visit so many porn sites, even your laptop has an STD; you game till your eyes bleed; Montecasino now owns your house; or / and you eat enough to create your own gravity well, then… you probably have a process addiction.

Different from chemical addiction in that it’s not external chemicals (except maaaybe with food) that are altering your brain chemistry, but a complex biochemical reaction in your brain ‘rewarding’ you for the activity you just did. And you want mooore…

Simple example: you’re playing Candy Crush. Every time the screen flashes with “SUPER SUGAR HIGH!” in pretty letters (because a random placement of sweets allowed you to clear a bunch of boilers), dopamine gets released in your brain. You want more. Just one more level. Meanwhile, your kid is still waiting to be picked up at school. And it’s midnight. On Saturday night.

But whatevs. They will never take Game of Thrones from me. I will binge if I want to. How would that go down in rehab?

“I’m in for crack.”

“Oh,” I’d reply. “I’m here for mainlining Lannisters.”

I actually started getting into it while I was in Houghton House’s secondary facility The Gap. If you know the show, you know the Starks love their little Wintery motto. Finally, after dicking around for six seasons since its promised arrival, Winter came to the show.

Winter in Westeros lasts years. Funnily enough, the same applied to me. 10 long years of Winter. And it snowed. Eventually, I was so frozen by my addiction, I started contemplating joining the white walkers’ army of the dead. I was so desperate for an end to my misery. I felt like the world was slipping away from beneath my feet and I was left to tumble weightlessly through the void.

Many addicts get to that point. Where it feels like there’s actually no point anymore. Why carry on? Still, a single, lone voice called out from somewhere, in the depths of despair, a voice I finally listened to.

“Ask for help.”

For help brings hope, and hope Springs eternal.







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Secrets Make You Sick – Crack Cocaine Addiction

Secrets Make You Sick – Recovery from Severe Crack Cocaine Addiction 

by: Trevor Kleinhans

11 Years ago exactly I was in the height of my addiction with crack cocaine. It was around this time that I opened my bedroom door and looked across at my 3 year old Jack Russell’s face and ran over to her and just sobbed until I fell asleep. I woke up with her little brother licking my face and Jessie still lying next to me as if she was standing  guard over me. Continue reading “Secrets Make You Sick – Crack Cocaine Addiction”

One Of The Many Youths Enjoying Sobriety

22 Year Old Alcoholic That Has Become One Of The Many Youths Enjoying Sobriety

I was born in Johannesburg in 1992. I am the middle child and was born into a well off family. I went to a nice school in Johannesburg, but my only memories were of me crying and being deeply sad at school. We eventually moved to a peaceful coastal town where I went to a new school. I immediately felt better and was more comfortable at school. Two things that made life difficult for me were this continuing anxiety as well as being very argumentative. I believe these came from a deep rooted insecurity. 

Because this coastal town was very free, as kids we were left a lot to our own devices. When I was 12 I got drunk for the first time with friends. It was absolutely amazing as I felt no anxiety or fear when I drank. I also got an amazing confidence that made my insecurity seem non-existent. The first time I also drank until I got sick and blacked out. This happened to most of us that night so it didn’t seem abnormal. It also didn’t matter because I had found liquid gold! I also tried marijuana that year and loved it. I reacted differently to my friends, where I acted stranger than them.

For high school I went to a prestigious boarding school. I was abused at school where as punishment it was not peculiar to be lashed with a cricket bat by older boys. I hated my first year of high school. Slowly I began to find my unique place in the school. I excelled in academics as well as other activities. While at boarding school I never drank or smoked during term time, but every holiday I would go back to my home town and drink as well as smoke tobacco and marijuana occasionally. During high school I experience two bouts of depression. My family was not very emotional and I was hyper sensitive, which often made me feel like the black sheep of the family. I was the centre of most fights between my brothers and parents and always believed it was due to their faults.

I accomplished great things by the time I matriculated and went to university in Cape Town the next year. I stayed in residence and loved the ability to be able to drink without rules or restrictions that came with boarding school. In my first year of university I became known for being able to party hard and drink a lot. It was the first time I felt truly popular. I also excelled at university and was able to cope with my academics with ease. At this point my way of dealing with a hangover was to go for a run the next morning. Anxiety was still there, but drinking gave me a relief. Drinking at this point was still manageable and still a glorious amount of fun.

In my second year at university I accomplished even more than the first. I got an incredible scholarship and was selected to represent on many committees and societies. I still remained very popular, but I still felt that something was always missing. This feeling brought on anxiety and my third bout of depression, which is when I started seeing a psychiatrist and a psychologist on a regular basis. I had this belief that the psychologist and medication would sort out my problem. I found out at this point that I was bipolar as well as truly starting to come to terms with the fact that I was bisexual. I still hid it and it created a great amount of anxiety as I felt ashamed of it.

My third year of university started off great. I came out to all of my friends and family and managed to get an amazing boyfriend. Halfway through is where my life really started to crumble around me. Academics became a great deal more challenging and it was starting to get difficult to cope,especially with the amount of partying and drinking that I did. I was still drinking and partying to a similar extent of my first year at university, while my friends had begun to calm down. Blackouts were frequent and this was often followed by finding out I did embarrassing things the night before. I got arrested for drunken driving during that year as well as drove drunk on occasions. With all the drinking I did (as well as the marijuana), there was no chance my medication was going to be effective. I began to feel very alone and extremely depressed to the point of harming myself. Occasionally I began to huff deodorant, which caused moments of extreme paranoia.

My friendships started to get tested and some fell apart completely. I stopped looking after myself. I stopped exercising. I stopped showering or brushing my teeth every day. My room was constantly a mess and this is where I began drinking by myself as well as in the mornings to get rid of my hangovers. I used up all my savings and had to constantly ask my Dad for more money as I couldn’t manage my finances. Probably 80 percent of all my money was spent on booze. My academics started to slip. I didn’t fail anything, but got an examination deferred because of ‘medical reasons’. I was having an utter breakdown, but it was entirely due to my own actions. I manipulated all those around me using my mental breakdown as an excuse.

In November of 2013 I went with one of my best friend’s Mom (a recovering alcoholic) to an AA meeting. My friend said she had gone and she thought it was a great experience that everyone should do. I thought that I was being insightful and super spiritual for going. Those two were so clever because the seed of the solution was planted in my thoughts.

My relationship with my family also began to deteriorate. My parents began to realise I had a drinking problem and probably didn’t sleep properly the entire year. I began lying to them. When I was at home I hid bottles around the house and even stole money from my mom twice. I was miserable and aggressive and fighting with the whole family constantly.

The summer of 2013 was where the hardcore drilling began of my rock bottom. My family began to lock the booze room at night in order to prevent me from drinking after everyone had gone to bed. I said they didn’t trust me; rightly so. I left home and co-incidentally to stay with that same best friend and her Mom (still in recovery). I missed Christmas that year and later found that my family were miserable, because of my absence and behaviour.

A few weeks later my family begged for me to come home and they promised to not lock the booze room. That was my one condition; how ridiculous that I missed the most special holiday with my family just because of limiting my access to alcohol. Everyone avoided conflict with me because they realised that it was futile and would only lead to me shouting or doing something stupid.

I went back to Cape Town to study for my deferred examination. My anxiety was paralyzing. My depression was crippling and my mental state began to deteriorate at an accelerating rate. My relationship with my boyfriend was the last one standing and even that began to go downhill. For the 4 weeks of December/January I could not stop drinking for even a day. I smoked marijuana quite frequently during this period and was out of mind for the entire time. I could not get even close to study. My hyper-sensitivity was at the extreme. I could feel anxiety, fear, depression, anger and deeply alone. These feelings would be so intense that I thought that they could kill me. I also felt like this would last forever. I didn’t see a way out because I blamed the state of my life on my bipolar disorder. I had lost the ability to find joy in my life. I had lost all connection with any form of spirituality. I was a liar. I was a thief. I was inconsiderate. I was so selfish that it had left a wake of destruction for all those around me. I was wallowing in self-pity and thought that my life was worse than everyone else’s. I was unwilling to do anything about it and expected everyone around me to fix everything. I thought that I was the centre of my small twisted Universe.

Two days before my examination I was sitting on the stoep of my digs in Cape Town and realised that I had to ask for help, but not like I used to. I had to ask for help and be willing to help myself. I knew that I wasn’t a typical alcoholic that was old and had lost his job and family. I was an alcoholic that could end up like that very quickly. I was privileged to see that if I did nothing I would end up with nothing. No job. No family. No friends. That seed that was planted the few months ago received its first bit of willingness to help it grow. I called my mom and asked her if I could go into rehab. She was relieved and the next day I was on a flight and went into Houghton House on the 18th of January 2014 at the age of 21. I have been sober from alcohol and all mind or mood altering substances since.

I was posed with two options. I can either pick up a drink or do whatever it takes not to pick up a drink. I have decided to do whatever it takes to not pick up a drink.

I went to my counsellor and told her I am ready to do whatever it takes, but I don’t know how to do it. She said: “HOW is the right question. Be Honest, Open-minded and Willing. If you start with that you cannot go wrong” (paraphrased slightly). Because I was so spiritually bankrupt I needed some place to start getting better. I was depressed and anxious for the first week of rehab, but after that I began to feel better; my medication began to work as I wasn’t poisoning myself with booze anymore. I realized that I have an allergy to alcohol; when I have one drink my freewill to stop me from having the next, disappears. One is too many and a thousand is never enough is the first thing that comes to mind when I feel like a drink. I also realised that alcohol is not my problem. I am the problem and I needed to change to get better.

One of my greatest experiences was sharing all my secrets with my counsellor. It lifted a great amount of shame and guilt. I also began relating to those around me and I began to find out that I wasn’t alone. I also began to realise that I am not special and different from other addicts or alcoholics. We all have the same disease and we also have the same treatment; recovery, which stems from the twelve steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. I absolutely love Alcoholics Anonymous! It has saved my life and will save countless others in the future. There is only one condition, you have to get honest. Everything else are suggestions. I followed the suggested things and I reaped the rewards.

After 4 weeks I went back to Cape Town and joined an outpatient treatment programme. I did 120 meetings in 120 days, while completing my studies. It was stressful and there was a great amount of time-constraints, but it was only because of my programme that life became manageable. I got a sponsor and worked the rest of the steps with her. I did service at meetings and got a home group. I managed to graduate at the end of that year with a first-class pass.

I found a higher power, not through any religion, but of my own understanding. I see my higher power in the beauty of music, art and nature. This faith has changed my life. At first my faith was miniscule and I was sceptical, but the more my life changes and the more I grow I have to realise that some miracle has happened and will continue to happen if I work for it.

My relationship with my friends has improved dramatically. My relationship with my family is healing more each day that I work my programme. Although I am no longer with my boyfriend, we had an amicable break-up and are friends today. I can now manage my finances properly and am currently working and studying towards a master’s degree. The world around me has not changed, but I have changed so that I can be more comfortable with the world around me.

I used to believe that my anxiety was due to my mental illness and that counsellors and psychiatrists had to do all the work to fix it. I realise that I have to do the majority of the work, and medication and therapy has to do only a little. I began to exercise again. Eat properly. Look after myself. If I hand my will and my life over to the care of my higher power then my anxiety (aka. Fearfulness) improves dramatically. I also stopped smoking and this has also helped dramatically.

There are 12 promises that are often mentioned in the rooms of AA. Every single one of them has become true in my life. I have changed dramatically and the lens in which I see life through has changed with it. I finally feel freedom from my anxiety. I sometimes have not so nice days, but even my worst days now are better than my best days at my rock bottom. Do you know what the most amazing thing is? It is about progress and I will forever grow and become a better person so that I can live humbly and be a positive contributor to society. I was told by an old-timer in Houghton House that if I work my programme and stay in recovery, then things beyond my wildest dreams will come true. This will only happen if I work for it. Recovery has not only saved my life, but made it better than it ever was before.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

Our Youth in Recovery selected this image of the Northern Lights because this beauty is a prime example that there is something bigger than them!

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My Partners Success Story In Our Fight With His Addiction

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Four years ago I was in a sorry state. My partner was in active addiction and I was suffering and sick.

I did not know what to do any more,  I was overwhelmed and frightened. My ultimate fears were that I might make his addiction worse or if I asked him to get help he might choose drugs over me and leave me.

I was in turmoil. He was spending my money, he had lost his job, we did not see our friends very often.  I was constantly distracted and on edge. I had threatened pleaded and made lots of suggestions and demands , but the situation just carried on and got worse. My stress levels were high and I was not looking after myself, I was consumed with trying to control my partner and stop him using drugs and “make him better” I got more and more resentful and angry, but I had no one to talk or get advice from.

And then he disappeared for 2 nights and I decided that I was not willing to live like that anymore and with extreme reluctance and in great fear  I took a stand and gave him a choice “ leave or go to rehab”

He agreed and after a bit more negotiating, and me sticking to my heart sore decision, my partner came into Houghton House and started his recovery journey.

As he was admitted I was advised to attend the weekly Houghton House family counselling sessions.

My first reaction was “ I’m ok, he’s got the problem, not me!” but I reluctantly agreed to attend. At first I did it because I wanted to find new ways to make my partner better, to find new ways to control him and make sure he did not use.

I quickly learnt that family counselling was for me , to help me to learn new ways of looking at, and dealing with, old problems. To start looking after myself

At first some of the information I heard was hard for me to understand, accept, take in or even hear.

But I kept on coming back every week to the family counselling and slowly but surely I started to get my life back, looking after my health, my relationship with my friends and family, my work obligations and some of my long neglected pastimes.

I realised I was not alone and that there were lots of others with similar but uniquely different problems. I got help from others , I learned what worked for me and what didn’t.

I started to learn that I could not control my partner , I could not make him better, but, I could work on what I could do today for myself and try not to worry so much about the unknown future.

And so, here I am now, 4 years later. We have had some rocky moments and a few relapses but my partner has been clean and sober for over 3 years now. I know he is responsible for his ongoing recovery, I cannot do it for him

And I have my life back. I have a strong relationship with my partner, family and friends. I walk by his side, I do not pull or push him nearly as much as I used to.

I have my life, he has his, and we have ours together, We are not so tangled up together. My health has improved, my stress and blood pressure are normal again. I have firm boundaries. I can say no and I tend to stick to my decisions. I sometimes fall into old habits but  I still come to family counselling on a regular basis and that helps keep me on my path.

I am grateful that my partner came into my life and I am very grateful to Houghton House for helping my partner to get started on his recovery journey.

I am also  extremely grateful to Houghton House for the help and support I have received from the family counselling. It has been a life saver to me, mentally, physically and spiritually.






Teens & Stereotypes: The Social Experiment

Teens & Stereotypes: The Social Experiment with Addiction

Teens & Stereotypes: The Social Experiment

Who were you in High School? I ask this loaded question because it is incredibly naive to ignore the stereotypes that exist within schools. You have the jocks, the Goths (I think they call them emo’s now), the burn outs, the artists and the book worms. I found myself morphing between the Goth and the artist, and with my ‘image’ came behaviour, or expected behaviour. I grouped myself in as the rebel. With rebellion came drinking, drugs and a host of other ‘out there’ actions. Why? Because this was what was expected of me.

Remember the 80’s film ‘The Breakfast Club?’ It followed the story of a group of teens from different social groups – stuck in weekend detention together. They soon realise just how much they had misjudged each other and they all experience a heightened sense of self once this is discovered. The brain, the athlete, the princess, the basket case and the criminal ‘connect.’ Stereotypes fade and friendships unfold in this scenario – if only it was as easy as a 80’s Hughes film.

Widely held stereotypes are dramatic misconceptions, but according to a new study, many teenagers make inaccurate assumptions about one another and what their peers actually get up to. Hence, they may believe they should act one way or another because others’ expect that from them.

Research recently published in Developmental Psychology suggests that teens actually overestimate the amount of alcohol and mind altering substances used by their peers. This in turn leads to risky behaviour when fitting into a high school social group. For example: A teen is grouped in as the ‘jock,’ he believes all jocks use steroids, in turn he believes there is nothing wrong with taking steroids himself. He ends up engaging in risky behaviour to fit into what he believes to be a social norm.

The First Social Experiment

In the study researches assessed the perceptions and behaviours of 235 teenagers (10th graders to be specific). All students were attending a middle-class suburban school. Each participant was placed in a social group. They were split up into the following stereotypes:

• The popular crowd
• The Jocks
• The Burnouts/ Stoners
• The Nerds/ Brains
• Students who Affiliated with all Peers

Shocking Misinterpretations

Each participant confidentially discussed their specific behaviours and actions – from alcohol abuse to sexual behaviour through to time spent on studying. Then they shared what they believed their peers behaviours to be. The actual behaviour and the perceived behaviour were compared. The researchers discovered just how grossly informed the students were about one another – even about members of their very own social group.

I.E.: The ‘brainy’ crowd studied half the time that their peers believed them to. Students also believed the burn outs to smoke half a pack to a pack of cigarettes a day when in reality they smoked 1 – 2 cigarettes a day (if any.) The jocks, which were perceived to drink alcohol and have experience in deviant sexual behaviour, had the same experience as the other students. No more, no less.

“Results indicated that peer crowd stereotypes are caricatures,” the researchers stated.

The problem with this is that such wild misconceptions lead teens down risky paths because they are trying to fit in with a specific crowd.

The Second Social Experiment

The second part of the experiment followed the path of a group of 9th graders at a low income rural school – this experiment lasted 2.5 years. The researchers examined the relationship between their perceptions of ‘high status’ peers and their own drug usage. What was observed was the increase in adolescent cigarette smoking, marijuana use and alcohol use. This was reflected in their beliefs/perceptions of ‘high status’ students own substance abuse. Essentially, the students believed that the popular crowd engaged in mind altering substances thus they began to dabble in this risky behaviour. 9th graders who believed the popular crowd to be using drugs became of higher risk to use drugs in the 11th grade themselves.

The Real Implications of Teenage Misconceptions

Teens that had higher perceptions of their peers drug and alcohol use has a much higher chance to engage in this very behaviour. This suggested that these misconceptions and stereotypes could steeply increase the chances of risky behaviour – leading to addiction.

“This quest for identity can sometimes lead adolescents in the wrong direction,” says co-author Prof. Geoffrey Cohen.

“The implications… are troubling. Results suggest that adolescents have a caricatured perception of their peers’ behaviour (perhaps especially so for high-status peers) and are influenced by those gross misconceptions.”

More intense research may need to be completed to see how these misconceptions can be dealt with effectively.

Maybe the cult film ‘The Breakfast Club’ had it right? Should we imprison a group of teens from different social groups in a weekend of detention? Will they be able to figure out how wildly wrong their beliefs are of one another? Or does this only work in an 80’s teen comedy/drama?

Crack Addiction

Crack Addiction

Crack Addiction

Crack, also called “coke” or “cocaine” is a white powder which is made from the leaves of the cacao plant. Crack (Cocaine) creates a temporary surge of dopamine and serotonin in the brain. This gives energy and a euphoric mood, or at least gaiety and cheerfulness.

People suffering from crack addiction also experience an analgesic effect and will become sexually stimulated. The hunger stimulus disappears, and there’s an increase in muscle strength and endurance is also increased.

In addition, crack addiction causes a person to feel very self confident; it creates a powerful feeling. Cocaine, however, has a short duration, as all crack addicts know.

Cocaine can be taken in various forms. The white powder can be sniffed through a tube into the nose. It can also be injected after it’s been dissolved in water, or smoked through a pipe.

Crack addiction is very dangerous and can lead to death if left untreated.

Risks of crack addiction:

  • Dry and damaged mucosa
  • Increased body temperature
  • Diarrhea
  • Frequent urination
  • Aggressiveness
  • Empty feeling
  • “Hangover”
  • Restlessness
  • Irritability
  • Depression
  • Sinusitis
  • Headaches
  • Panic
  • Paranoia
  • Feeling creatures under the skin
  • Severe itching
  • Loss of appetite
  • Weight loss
  • Injection abscesses
  • Lung damage
  • Exhaustion and exuberance (dangerous in traffic)
  • Oxygen deficiency in the heart

Fill in one of our contact forms or call our 24hour helpline 079 770 7532 and one of our profession staff members will be able to assist you if you think you have a crack addiction.

The Houghton House Group of Treatment Centres are holistic drug treatment centres,  located in Sandton and Randburg South Africa . The treatment centres that form the group specialize in alcohol and drug addiction problems and have been assisting people to overcome their addictions for over twenty years.

The very high success statistics and exclusive treatment centres have attracted patients into this centre from around the world.


Prescription Drug Addiction

Prescription Drug Addiction

There are many people living with a prescription drug addiction simply because these drugs can be obtained easily through a doctor. Even though they are legal, they may cause a strong addiction that causes withdrawal symptoms similar to heroin withdrawal.

Prescription drug addiction is wide spread and people are addicted to sleeping pills, pain killers, tranquilizers, slimming medication and antidepressants. They are known as “Pill Junkies” and they use these medications for different reasons other than what the prescription is intended for. In the early stages the use might start out harmless, but it soon turns into a prescription drug addiction which is difficult to get rid of.

Treating prescription drug addiction can be very difficult when the addict is in denial. The addict will deny the dangers of the drugs because they can legally obtain it from a pharmacy. It’s also easier to deny an addiction of prescribed drugs, because ‘how can it be bad if it gets prescribed by doctors?’

Prescribed drug addiction can be treated successfully and you can get positive results. Call Houghton House now if you think you have a prescription drug addiction.

Houghton House Group Of Treatment Centres are located in South Africa. The treatment services that form the group specialize in alcohol and drug addiction and have been helping users to overcome their addictions and maintain a healthy life for several years.

For more information and advice on getting help for yourself or a loved one call

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Cocaine Addiction

Cocaine is a hard drug obtained from coca leaves growing in the South American coca bush which are crushed into powder form and usually snorted. Cocaine enhances the mood and gives a deep sense of well-being. The user is confident, alert, hyper, energetic, joyful and cheerful. Cocaine addiction leads to physical and (especially) psychological dependence.

Effects of cocaine addiction:
Hunger and fatigue disappear and stamina will increase. Pain is less you feel happier and happier. These effects occur when the cocaine addict occasionally uses in light doses. If cocaine use is frequent, the addict often becomes restless and irritable. They live in a dream world with superficial contact with others. In this dream world addicts have many intimate feelings but they aren’t real.

Habitual cocaine is arranged into a “line” and then snorted through a tube,working after a few minutes and it can remain active for about half an hour. Another way to use cocaine, is to dissolve it in water and inject it through a syringe into the veins. This works faster and is a more intense feeling than sniffing but the effect only lasts for about 10 minutes.

A third method of use is smoking. The untreated cocaine smoke has little effect because the majority is burnt before it hits the lungs, however many addicts use cocaine in this form.

If you think you might have a cocaine addiction, call us for an assessment.

Houghton House cocaine recovery centre is based in Johannesburg. The treatment services that form the group specialise in general substance addiction problems and have been helping people to stop their addiction problems for the past 15 years.

The very high recovery statistics and treatment facilities at Houghton House have brought patients to this centre from around the world.

Dangers of Hallucinogenic Drugs

Dangers of Hallucinogenic Drugs

Here we list some of the dangers of hallucinogenic drugs. All drugs are dangerous, but hallucinogenic drugs carry their own risks:

  • Getting a bad trip. Anyone can get a bad trip, but it happens more often when somebody is uncertain and when someone has psychological problems. You can for years, or in some cases even your entire lives continue to suffer from recurrent depression and /or anxiety. When you experience a bad trip from hallucinogenic drugs, you may suffer from negative feelings such as depression, anxiety, loss of self control, confusion and paranoia.
  • Flashbacks. One of the dangers of hallucinogenic drugs is that you might experience flashbacks for up to a year after the bad trip occurred. This can happen while you are driving and could present a problem, depending on your situation.
  • Reduction of reaction and concentration. Because of this, you run a greater risk of getting into or causing an accident. Sometimes it leads people to perform dangerous stunts.
  • Overdosing on hallucinogenic drugs. Because it takes a while for the feeling to start, a person could take too much, because the effects take a while to kick in. There is no way to know exactly how strong a specific hallucinogenic drug is, so it’s very easy to overdose.
  • When mixing hallucinogenic drugs with alcohol or other drugs, the risks are unpredictable.

Using hallucinogenic drugs are not worth the danger. The above mentioned risks are only a few of the ones that exist.

Houghton House is the most effective drug rehab program located in Johannesburg, South Africa. The treatment services that form the group specialize in general substance addiction problems and have been helping people to stop addiction for the past fifteen years.

Houghton House addiction rehabilitation centres focus on person-centred counselling and are geared around a holistic detox of the mind, body and soul for a sustainable ongoing recovery.

The very high recovery statistics and exclusive Johannesburg drug treatment centers has attracted people into this centre from all round the world.

Direct Helpline : +27 11 787 9142

Dangers of Ecstasy

Dangers of Ecstasy MDMA

The Dangers Of Ecstasy. 

Ecstasy is a typical party drug, aimed at a music night market and also to weekend festivals. Sleep is literally driven out of the body. Ecstasy is available as pills, in various colours and shapes, sometimes capsules or powders. If you have the real Ecstasy, it contains MDMA (3,4-methyleendioxymethylamfetamine). It goes under a variety of street names, a common one in South Africa was “Mercedes” as the pills had the merc symbol on them. This particular batch was deadly, as the users did not know what the ingredients actually were.

Ecstasy stimulates the release of certain substances, endorphins in the brain, which changes your mood, lowers your inhibitions and increases your energy level. MDMA or Ecstacy can cause a temporary happy, cheerful, bright and lovely feeling – it can also cause feelings of loneliness, psychosis and insecurity. There is a confusion and a difference in the perception and experience of music and colour, a need for intimacy and contact, a sense of loss or belonging and feeling of good or bad which are not real, that the drug reinforces and accentuates.

Because inhibitions are lowered and can be manipulated for a few hours, the world can seem seems a lot better and easier. These inherent dangers of Ecstasy start about half an hour to one hour after ingestion and can last for two and up to eight hours. In young, slender women and men, the effect is stronger- body mass makes a difference. also as you never really know what exactly is in your ecstasy pill, the dangers of overdose or poisoning your system with alternate drugs in Ecstasy are quite high.
Dangers and risks of Ecstasy

The dangers of Ecstasy include the following:

  • Dry mouth and throat;
  • stiff feeling in the jaws and limbs;
  • gnashing of teeth and chewing on tongue and cheek;
  • increased body temperature and heart rate;
  • sweating and dangerous overheating;
  • nausea;
  • vomiting at times;
  • dehydration;
  • headache;
  • dizziness;
  • distress;
  • loss of coordination;
  • panic attacks;
  • liver inflammation and liver failure;
  • visual hallucinations;
  • psychoses;
  • hypertension;
  • memory loss;
  • nervousness;
  • anxiety;
  • impaired concentration;
  • water intoxication and sexual failure.

The following days recovering from the drug effects are just as challenging:

  • Apathy;
  • depression;
  • emptiness;
  • moody nature;
  • sleep disorders;
  • anxiety and susceptibility to infections.

The Houghton House is drug rehabilitation with a high success rate located in Johannesburg. The treatment services that form the group specialise in drug and alcohol addiction cases and have been helping people to stop their addiction problems for over 15 years.

The very high success statistics and exclusive treatment Houghton House Group Of Treqatment Centres has brought patients into this center from all over the world.

Direct Helpline : 011 787 9142


Emergency Helpline : 079 770 7532

Houghton House is the most effective drug rehab program located in Johannesburg, South Africa. The treatment services that form the group specialize in general substance addiction problems and have been helping people to cease their addictions for the past fifteen years.

The very high recovery statistics and exclusive treatment centers has attracted people into this centre from all round the world.

Direct Helpline : +27 11 787 9142

Heroin Withdrawal

Heroin Withdrawal

Information on Heroin Withdrawal

Drugs that kick in quickly, usually cause more severe withdrawal symptoms. Heroin withdrawal symptoms occur after quitting long-term use, but can also occur as a result of administration of an opiate antagonist (e.g. naloxone).

Because of the goose bumps, the syndrome derives its name: “cold turkey”. After someone has been using heroin continuously for two weeks or longer, the heroin withdrawal symptoms start after about six to eight hours after the last administration. Symptoms may persist days and will only gradually lessen over time.

Mental Withdrawal from Heroin

Mental dependency lasts much longer. Ex-users usually need support for months as well as therapy sessions with professionals. A change of lifestyle and environment is needed to recover from heroin addiction.

Houghton House drug rehab centers based in Johannesburg (South Africa). The treatment services that form the group provide specialist assistance in alcohol and drug addiction problems and have been helping patients to beat their addictions for the past 20 years.

The extremely high recovery statistics and world class treatment Houghton House Addiction Recovery Centres offers, has brought patients into this centre from all over the world.

Call for more information on what we have to offer on

079 770 7532 (local)

+27 79 770 7532 (international)

Addiction Treatment Centres

Addiction Treatment Centres

Addiction Treatment Centres

Our Treatment Centres are all about personal care, especially at Houghton House. Finding an addiction treatment centre that’ll suit your personal needs is always a challenge. The fact of the matter is, your mind needs to be in the right place. You can only receive help, if you’re willing to give it your all.

At Houghton House, our addiction treatment centres take care of each patient individually. We understand that each patient has his/her own individual needs. We try to our best to cater to those needs to aid in recovery.

Making the choice to come to one of the Houghton House addiction treatment centres, is the first step to recovery. You can browse through our website and see what we have to offer or give us a call and ask all the questions you need to make your decision.

See our list of South African based Addiction Treatment Centres below.

  • The General Addictions Residential Treatment Centre
  • Houghton House Addiction Treatment Centre
  • Sommerville Place Addiction Treatment Centre
  • The First Step Addiction Treatment Centre

The Houghton House group of addiction treatment centres has one of the highest success rates in the world. The treatment services from the group specialize in substance addiction cases and have been assisting patients for over 22 years.

The amazingly high recovery rates and exclusive treatment centres based in Johannesburg have brought patients into the centres from all round the world.

24hr Emergency Helpline: 077 770 7532 (local) +27 79 770 7532 (international)

Addiction Helpline : +27 11 787 9142

Addiction Treatment Centres

Drug Rehabs in South Africa

Drug Rehabs in South Africa are available to those who seek them. There are numerous addiction treatment centres in South Africa that are equipped to deal with addiction patients. The key is finding the right treatment centre to suite your personal needs. Houghton House is one of the best addiction treatment centres, offering addiction help in South Africa. We offer the whole range of addiction treatment programs, from primary care to out-patient treatment programmes. Offering help to recovering addicts in South Africa, or in any part of the world, is a challenge. Addicts are usually reluctant and unsure about the recovery process. It takes a certain amount of bravery facing your addiction, and Houghton House offers it’s patients the best environment to face these fears head-on, while being comfortable in their surroundings. Related Topics:

  • Drug Rehabs
  • Addiction Treatment Program
  • Warning Signs
  • Treatment in Johannesburg
  • Heroin Addiction
  • Longer Term Treatment

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Long Term Treatment For Substance Abuse

Long Term Treatment For Addiction

Wondering about long term addiction treatment?

Here are a few reasons why you should consider long term treatment for substance abuse.

  •  Studies have shown that long term in-house treatment has a much higher success rate than other treatment options. When you go through recovery, you have to change your whole lifestyle and that takes time. So going for long term treatment really makes a big difference in your recovery.
  • When going for long term treatment for substance abuse, you are surrounded by professionals who can give you the tools to deal with your addiction. When you’re going through a tough time, they are there with advice and steps for you to follow.
  • In long term treatment for substance abuse you are also surrounded by other addicts. You share experiences and realise that you’re not alone. Having your peers around you will give you a shoulder to lean on and it really helps having people around you who truly understand what you’re going through.

Long term addiction treatment should always be the first option where possible.

Long Term Addiction Recovery Services

  • Primary Care Recovery
  • Secondary Care Recovery
  • Tertiary Care Recovery
  • Outpatient Recovery

Also See: TheGAPonline.co.za Addiction Recovery

Cocaine Cravings

Cocaine Addiction Treatment Programme

Cocaine Addiction Treatment Programme

If you want to save a loved one from a cocaine addiction and its potential impact on the body and mind, it is of the utmost importance to bring the addiction to an early end. There are so many possible solutions, so what do you do to get the right answers?

Cocaine addiction treatment programmes are readily available, and the first step would be to call a professional. You aren’t the first person to go through this and they’ll be able to give you sound advice on your particular situation.

Finding the reason behind the cocaine addiction is a very important step in the recovery prosess. Emotional dependency causes someone to feel worthless when they’re not using. That’s why it’s very important to know the real reason behind the cocaine abuse. Therapists play a very big role in recovery and increase the chance of long term recovery.

Houghton House has a trusted cocaine addiction treatment programme in Johannesburg. They offer addiction assessment to determine the extent of the addiction. You can talk to them about the addiction and find a course of action that’ll suit your needs.

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Addiction Recovery Centers South Africa

Confidential Drug Rehab in Johannesburg

Confidential Drug Rehab in Johannesburg

Ensuring each patient’s absolute confidentiality is important to us at Houghton House. Each patient is assessed and a unique solution is provided in order to aid the long term recovery process.

To find out more about Houghton House being a Confidential Drug Rehab in Johannesburg please call

011 787 9142 (office hours))


079 770 7532 (24/7  emergency)