Garibaldi’s Journey: From the Streets of Reykjavik to a New Dawn
I’m Garibaldi, and this is my story. Born and raised in Reykjavik, Iceland, life was like a calm river – steady, smooth, surrounded by good folks and love. My childhood was a blast, especially that day I caught my first salmon with Dad. Those were the golden days, you know?
But life took a sharp turn when I hit 17. It started with weed, then spiraled into cocaine and opioids. I was just following the crowd, trying to fit in, influenced by music and the illusion of fun. That’s where the downfall began.
Drugs, they tear you apart, man. I lost my family ties, my hard-earned stuff, and friends who once stood by me. It was a downhill ride, and I didn’t even see it coming.
Then came the wake-up call. Dad showed me Narconon’s door, and boy, was it a reality check. I realized I was in deep trouble and needed a way out. So, I landed at Narconon, high as a kite, and lost to the world. Woke up three days later to find people who genuinely wanted to help. That gave me a sliver of hope.
My time at Narconon was a rollercoaster of wins. Getting into a routine, making real friends, and adopting a healthy lifestyle. These might seem small, but for me, they were huge victories. Graduation day was a mix of joy and tears. It felt like I’d conquered Everest!
What’s the best part of being drug-free? Waking up fresh, healthy, and ready to smash those daily goals. It’s a feeling you can’t put a price on.
“Narconon worked for me; it might just be your ticket to freedom too. Remember, asking for help ain’t a sign of weakness. It’s the bravest thing you can do.”
My advice to those still fighting their battles? Don’t hesitate to seek help. Narconon worked for me; it might just be your ticket to freedom, too. Remember, asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s the bravest thing you can do.
That’s my story, from the streets of Reykjavik to a fresh start. If I can turn my life around, so can you. Stay strong, and never lose hope.
Garibaldi, Narconon Graduate