1017 North Olive Avenue • West Palm Beach, FL 33401. Tel: 561.833.7553 • 1.800.433.5098 • Fax: 561.655.5327
  

As a mother, I did not know what to do.  My son was abusing opiates and he was 18 and had been kicked out of his senior year of highschool.  When I called PBI, they helped me understand what I needed to do.  It was scary because I did not know how he would react when I told him we had to get help but PBI was there for me.  It’s been a year now and I don’t spend each day worrying if he will come home.  PBI got him in their school program and he was able to complete highshool and now he has a job.  In the evenings he goes to NA and he still goes to aftercare at PBI.  At night when he comes home, I am no longer scared that he either won’t come home or that he might come home so high he doesn’t even know who I am.  Its nice to go to bed after he comes home and hearing, Love ya mom and oh, by the way, thanks.                                                                                     Joan

Melissa and I had been married for fifteen years.  We both had good jobs and had both partied when we were younger.  We have two great kids.  Melissa always had a glass of wine each night to relax and usually on the weekends, I had a few beers.  Overtime, Melissa started having a glass or two, then three, then four and so on.  It got to the point where she would pass out just about every night from drinking to much.  When I had to take a business trip (I’m in sales) and couldn’t get her to answer the phone and the kids said, mommy’s asleep at 7:00pm and they had not had dinner, I knew something had to change.  We tried talking and Melissa promised to cut back and she did for a while but not for long.  Everytime we took a step forward the drinking would pull her back two steps.  At the same time, her doctor prescribed her Xanex for anxiety.  She lied to him or didn’t tell him about the alcohol and I didn’t know enough to recognize that her anxiety was from withdrawal.  Then she promised me she would get help.  We got a lot of phone numbers and she said she called but there was one excuse after another.  Finally, I called.  Bill at PBI seemed to understand right away what was going on and almost took the words out of my mouth before I could tell him what she was doing.  He helped me organize an Intervention and she agreed to go into PBI.  Since then I got my wife back and my girls got their mom back.  We are a family again.                                                                                     Ron

I had been through three different treatment programs.  Each time I would clean up for a while and fall off the wagon again.  Just like they told me, each time got worse.  First I let the family go.  Then I let the job go and bounced around for a while.  Finally, I stumbled into PBI.  It was different then the other treatment centers.  It was a lot smaller which I kind of liked because I got more time with my therapist.  They helped me figure out that I was also depressed (something no else had done) and got me on the right medication.  That has helped a lot because its been three years and instead of picking up drugs or alcohol, I’m picking up chips at meetings…30 days, one year, two and now three.  PBI says it’s the oldest treatment center in Florida.  I don’t go back there much anymore since I moved to Tampa but usually, about once a year I stop in to say thanks.                                                                                     Bill

Intervention Training | Family Program | Testimonials | Articles, Tips, & Links | Other Resources

Contact Us Now