10 things I have learnt since coming out of rehab — part 1

Yes I was blonde — can you even see my eyes?

In a few words — anything is possible.

“According to physics, bumblebees can’t fly, but nobody ever explained physics to bumblebees, so they fly around anyway.”

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This January was my 29th birthday — 10 years ago, as a 19-year-old boy, I was taken to a drug rehabilitation clinic in Bogota, Colombia. (Yes, it is not too late to buy me a gift). The photo from above was taken a few days before being sent to Colombia.

By that point, I had spent the last five years heavily involved in drugs.

I had barely finished secondary school.

I had tried to go to college but got kicked out.

I had attempted college again, but I couldn’t finish because I was sent to prison when I was 17.

After the second time of not being able to finish college, I gave up.

With no purpose, or plan, I got lost in the world of ecstasy.

As I look back now, I realise I was simply escaping. I was running to a world where I didn’t have to think, where I didn’t have to face the reality of who I had become.

I could be the person I had always wanted to be.