A blog from a recent Client at Iboga treatment Center I was at the end of my rope. After fifteen years of active addiction, two serious suicide attempts, and over a dozen stints in traditional rehabs, I was just about ready to give up and die. Nothing worked. And no amount of trying on my part seemed to cut the constant craving that drove me back to fentanyl after I would manage to sober up and get clean for a month or two. Life was just too hard; existence just too painful. And I had exhausted every possible option and was left with nowhere else to run. I literally had no idea what to do next. I had already overdosed three times earlier in the year and each time I was Narcanned back to a life I didn't want to return to. I existed to use. That was it. And I had made peace with the fact that I would be one of the 100,000 opiate overdose deaths of 2022. It wasn't just expected; it was inevitable. I was just an unsigned death certificate waiting for the one time I wouldn...