Safe House Placement – Halfway Houses – Christian Recovery Programs
Long Term Treatment – Extended Sober Living
Beach House Recovery is a Christian, faith based drug and alcohol recovery center for men located
on the beautiful sea shores of Brunswick County, North Carolina.
Christian Sober Living Community
Addiction, at heart, is an illness of the human spirit. No single treatment approach has proven entirely effective. It’s an unsatisfied urge for that which eludes us. Thirsty people eventually drink. We find the solution involves an authentic experience unique to each individual. It’s an “inside” job. Recovery, at Beach House, is an intensely personal voyage and our approach is to promote an environment favorable to spiritual development. Quite simply, an awakened spirit doesn’t use or drink. We pattern our journey on the example of the life of Jesus Christ.
Sobriety, we’ve found, is a by-product of spiritual living. In short, we believe our Creator seeks a conscious contact with each and every one of us. This is the function of the original twelve steps. Our staff encourage more than an intellectual understanding of recovery and religion, we seek to promote a personal relationship between God and the resident through sustained action. We’re steadily more convinced, faith without works is dead.
Addiction, Relapse and the Mystery of Recovery
When I first sought treatment for addiction way back in the mid 90’s, I had no clue what I was up against or the humiliating cycle of crushing defeats that were to follow. Unfortunately, when I arrived at treatment for the 14th time in March of 2008 I was none the wiser. I couldn’t put my finger on the problem.
Addiction seemed like an adversary that struck in the dark, approached from behind, and wore a disguise. Then comes a prison called abstinence which feels a lot like doing time.
Each new treatment professional along the way had a reasonable explanation, a different diagnosis and a fresh new solution:
Was it a case of physical dependence? Yes. Maybe an example of chemical imbalance? Surely. Probably an emotional complex? Of course. Clearly a product of one’s environment? Agreed. Just a sinner in need of God? Right again.
There was an element of truth in every theory I heard along the way. They were all fine people with good intentions and sensible explanations.
So I did the only thing a man in my position could possibly do:
I detoxed at the request of the physicians. I repeatedly accepted treatment. I swallowed endless pills to satisfy the psychiatrists. Endured countless sessions at the insistence of therapists. Changed people, places and things to satisfy the counselors. Attended thousands of meetings. And spent more time crying at the altar than singing in the pew.
And the conclusion?
Well at age 35 I lay in yet another emergency room hooked to another ventilator after another major overdose heading to one more detox. My fugitive life at the homeless shelter was over. There were felony warrants. Snake oil salesmen offered to sell me more “treatment.” I begged God to let me die. And it wasn’t just the reality that I wasn’t getting any better, it was the undeniable truth that I WAS GETTING WORSE, EXPONENTIALLY WORSE!
That was St Patrick’s day of 2008 and I haven’t put a chemical in my body since. Yes, I know it’s impossible to get from there to here, but by the grace of God I’m here at a place called 10 years sober. But not JUST sober, you see the thought of dope hasn’t crossed my mind in as many years, I lost interest in alcohol and I have a life that’s second to none. None of which I deserve, for none I take credit.
In 2008 I was introduced to a course of action that changed me from the inside out. Something happened to the guy who used to occupy my body. Something beneath the level of consciousness. Not a program for self help, a program for self abandonment. And I lost myself over the next year immersed in other-centered thoughts and actions. Once helpless myself, I was divinely crafted to help those like me. They called this selfless service. They put the concerns of others ahead of their own. God received all the credit.
Some things are certain. We are divinely called to this — the dance. No one enters alone. The price of admission is to bring someone with you. Right now an invitation has fallen into your hands.
The prescription for helping me = reaching you.