by MyRehab Wordpress | Mar 18, 2024 | Letters to T
The glare of the Johannesburg skyline faded in the rearview mirror as I arrived at the rehabilitation center in Benoni, my heart pounding with a cocktail of dread and denial. The center’s reputation for leading addiction recovery in our Gauteng province was...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Mar 11, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing
In a world quick to label and slow to understand, the journey of addiction recovery often finds itself shrouded in stigma. It’s a winding path marked not just by the challenges of overcoming dependency, but also by the battle against societal misconceptions....
by MyRehab Wordpress | Mar 7, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing
How Addiction Therapy Transforms Lives The journey of addiction recovery is a complex web, interwoven with threads of time, determination, setback, strength, and, most importantly, addiction therapy. The fight against substance abuse is tireless and fraught, but...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Mar 4, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing
In the heart of Johannesburg, where the skyline is as diverse as its inhabitants, lies an untold narrative, one that plays out within the subdued walls of Alcohol Addiction Rehab centers. This isn’t your standard run-of-the-mill rehab tale, featuring the clichéd group...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Feb 11, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing, Uncategorised
Hiring Sister Thandi – A Tale of Compassion Clashing with Grit in the Game of Rehab Once upon a nondescript Tuesday in Pretoria, the loss-drenched director of a rehab center sat in his dust-laden office, wrestling with a conundrum. His facility, while having earned so...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Feb 10, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing, Rehab Ruminations: A Parodic Peak into Rehab Realities
Early morning, sun barely awake – Joe van Zyl, a septuagenarian legend of sorts in the snaking corridors of our quaint drug rehab in Gauteng – begins his routine. His words, much akin to a drawn out yawn, drape over the never quite clean enough coffee table. “You see,...
