As I sit here to compose this letter, I reflect back to the time I spent at Narconon Trois-Rivières. Upon my arrival, I was war-weary and broken from a brutal existence on the streets of Toronto, due to my addiction to hard drugs. I was skeptical that any place had the power to help me, as I had been in and out of many government funded detox and rehab centers, only to relapse in a chronic fashion, and I fell harder each time.
I and many around me felt I was beyond repair. My mother and my brother still had faith and pulled for me, and they found Narconon. This place was different. The staff there to this day holds a place in my heart, and to them I am grateful. Their capacity for compassion is without limits. Their level of professionalism, and the dignity they offer their clients is without measure. I felt at home right away, and within this haven of comfort and security, I was coaxed out of my shell, I learned to trust, and my walls came down. They accomplished the impossible, and with their guidance I became human again. With their assistance, I regained the skills necessary to function in society again,
to take part in life, and to contribute once again. I learned how to earn the respect of my peers, something very new to someone accustomed to using intimidation or force or manipulation to gain it. I re-learned the thrill of honest accomplishment. I gained tools for problem solving, and they have proven useful in the long term.
I graduated almost one year ago, and to this day I remain clean and sober and strong. 16 months clean. This is the most clean time I have had in 20 years. Narconon did for me what so many others failed to do. They brought me out of 2 decades of chronic use and abuse, they gave me hope, they made me strong, and they helped me find something I thought had been lost long ago, myself. Not only did they help me find myself, but they taught me to value myself, respect myself, and to finally love myself again. And through this rediscovery, I have gained the ability to experience joy and excitement for life, something that may have been lost for good had I not walked through their doors.
I remain eternally grateful.
Sarah G.
Graduate from
Narconon Trois-Rivières









