When I was in rehab I heard a lot about how everything gets better if you stay clean. I was skeptical and thought it was a bunch of brainwashing AA bullshit. I figured as soon as I got out of rehab I would slowly get back into using because, shit, I've been using drugs daily for the past 15 years and couldn't imagine life (outside of rehab) sober.
When I was using I managed to keep a good white-collar job (barely) and hold onto my wife (barely). Everything was horrible - using 20+mg of xanax (or equivalent dose in other benzos) per day and doing a 0.5-1g of H per day. Committing felonies on an hourly basis, hiding the extent of my use from friends, family, my wife... Everyone. It was a giant balancing act that got worse and worse as the years went by. I knew I wasn't happy, but I didn't think anyone was particularly happy. I thought people just coped with things in different ways - my way was heroin.
Eventually after trying to quit many many times on my own without success I told my wife and friends what was going on. My wife and friends convinced me to go into detox and then rehab due to the danger of self-detox off such a large amount of benzos.
When I look back I realize what I most got out of rehab was the willingness to be vulnerable and ask for help as well as a place to just be sober for a couple months. Having always been a self-reliant person full of pride, being this weak and vulnerable was quite difficult for me. I've always been a closed book and did everything on my own, and in doing so I became an unhappy junkie bastard.
Upon leaving rehab I did the shit I was supposed to do such as going to meetings, attending IOP (outpatient program), getting a sponsor and all that. Life still kind of sucked - I had made a huge mess of everything while using and now I was expected to clean it up without the only coping mechanism I'd ever used, drugs. As I did the "next right thing" each day, life started working out. This happened slowly and there isn't a specific date I can point to and say "that is when shit became good." Over the course of a few months I began to do well at work, treated my wife as she deserves to be treated, paid bills, made new friends, reconnected with old friends and transformed into an actual human being instead of a drug addict full of fear and intense self-loathing.
My last dose of suboxone was in rehab on February 2nd, 2015 - almost 9 months ago now. It is only looking at myself now and comparing it to where I was just one year ago that I see how much better has truly gotten. It was a slow climb but has been worth every step.