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05/08/2025

𝗜 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗺, 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗴 𝗨𝘀𝗲

“Bye. Love you.”

“Love you,” I said.

We kissed, and then he vanished for five days. I called and called. No answer. At first, I thought I was being ghosted and sent angry texts. Then I got concerned.

“Can you just tell me you’re okay?” I texted. “I’m really starting to worry.”

Nothing.

I sent another pleading text. No response.

Soon, I heard that nobody had seen or been able to reach him since the day he left my apartment, and I just knew he’d relapsed.

He hadn’t been back to his sober living for days. Didn’t go into work. My gut said this wasn’t just a run … this was som**hing much worse.

He’d been a heavy op**te user since he was 18. When I met him at a friend’s house 15 months prior, he’d been 45 years old with about two and a half years of sobriety.

𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄, 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

When you’ve been battling mental illness and addiction your whole life, it’s hard to hear (let alone trust) your intuition. I’ve never been psychic. I’m like the opposite of psychic, whatever that is. Seriously. So this is going to sound crazy. But I had not one but two visions of him during those five excruciating, mysterious days when he was missing. In one, I saw him using and overdosing in his car. I got the distinct feeling that he was going to die if somebody didn’t find him. Then I had another where I saw him in the hospital. ‘Surely, these couldn’t be real,’ I said to myself. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. Suddenly, you’re Miss Cleo? Please, Amy.’

Bizarrely and unfortunately, my visions were spot on. A good Samaritan spotted him slumped over his steering wheel in his parked car and called the cops. The cops took him to the hospital, where he tested positive for fentanyl and m**hamphetamine. He had been in the same position for so long, a blood clot had formed in his leg. He couldn’t remember anything. His MRI was abnormal, showing a lot of swelling in the brain. He was put on blood thinners and released to his mother. A day later, he was back in the hospital for more tests. He stayed there for five more days.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀𝗲

He finally confessed to me that he’d been using for the last six to nine months. I had felt him pulling away, but I’d thought he was super busy, or maybe he just wasn’t feeling the relationship anymore. I noticed he was late a lot, but he had ADHD and accompanying “time blindness,” so that was hardly surprising. Sometimes his personality did seem different: angrier, meaner, more irritable … but I thought he just didn’t like me anymore. However, with this new information, everything took on a new light.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, face full of tears. “I relapsed for 20 years. You didn’t think I’d get it?”

“I didn’t tell anybody,” he said quietly.

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀𝗲

I felt so violated and betrayed and angry and sad. But I also felt grateful he was alive. I had so much cognitive dissonance that I’d just emotionally bounce from rage to sadness to relief, over and over again. And he was so ashamed, he was the perfect target.

“I’m so so sorry,” he sobbed as we held each other on my bed. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

I rubbed his back. I felt sad, but then my rage would kick in. “You fu***ng lied to me! For months! I don’t even know who you are. What’s not a lie? Do you really love me?” Venom spewed from my lips. I know addiction is not a choice or a moral issue, nor does it deserve punishment.

“Wasn’t it lonely to keep that secret from everyone for so long?” I asked.

“Very,” he said.

The truth is I HAD been him. How could I judge him? And then an epiphany: ‘Wait, oh my god, this is exactly what I put my friends and family through. For years. F**k.’ I never dreamt I’d be on the other side. And, boy, was it horribly enlightening.

𝗟𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀

It probably wasn’t the best idea, but I let him stay with me for two weeks before he went into treatment. He kept testing positive for morphine, and he was heading for a sober living and IOP that required people to be at least 24 hours clean. It wasn’t like inpatient treatment, with a detox.

He denied knowing why he was testing positive for morphine.

“Maybe they gave it to me in the hospital?” he pondered.

“No, they didn’t. I read over your discharge records and talked to your mom. But nice try.”

“I really have no idea,” he said. I wanted to believe him. I really did.

“Maybe it was the morphine fairy?” I questioned sarcastically.

“I already feel like a piece of s**t. There’s no need to be an as***le, Amy.”

The intake person asked if he’d eaten a poppy seed or an everything bagel, and I exploded, half laughing and half screaming, “How stupid is she?!!!”

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱

He was different. Alternately penitent and defensive. His memory was totally blown.

“What time is it?” he’d ask.

“2:15”

Three minutes later, he’d ask again, “What time is it?”

The same thing happened with days of the week. He’d pass our usual exits on the freeway—he needed me to give him directions now.

He had brain damage. How severe, only time and future tests would tell.

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

Every time he would walk back in the door to my place, I was suspicious. I’d look at his pupils. ‘Why is he falling asleep? Why is he taking so long in the bathroom?’ One time, I’m ashamed to admit I looked through his pockets and phone. I even drug tested him.

“Are you high?”I asked one night

“No. I fu**ed my brain up, so it would be pretty stupid to do more drugs.”

It would be great if addiction were rational, but it’s not. I knew this from experience. I had shot co***ne and given myself more seizures after I’d already been diagnosed with epilepsy thanks to my m**h addiction. I know the game.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” I’d scream. “I was a drug addict. My ex-husband owned rehabs. I wrote an addiction memoir. I was an addiction journalist. How fu***ng dumb do you think I am?”

And then I’d collapse in a ball, hysterically crying on the floor.

𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀

How would we ever rebuild trust? How could we move forward from here? How could I ever believe anything he said?

All my friends and mentors told me to just cut and run. That he was a lifer. The prognosis was not good.

But I just couldn’t. I’d seen some stupid Instagram post that said, “Love is when somebody sees all the parts of you, even your darkest shadows, and stays. They don’t abandon you. They don’t run away.” I’d been given so much grace by my parents, put into rehab so many times. Their belief that one day I’d get it had never wavered. Maybe it was my turn to be the rock, my time to be the forgiver.

“I’m sorry. I told you, I’m really sorry. Things built up, and everyone was using in the sober living, and I felt so much pressure to catch up with my life, and …”

“You get to be sorry longer,” I heard myself say. “Do you have any idea what you put me and your parents through?”

I was so incredibly hurt and scared that everything I said came out as fury. It’s kind of my M.O. I’m not proud of it. Also, I had never been in this position. I had no idea what I was doing. What was empathy? What was a consequence?

𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆

Eventually, I sent him to stay with his parents till he tested clean. I was having seizure activity from being so upset all the time, and I felt really confused. I was so fu***ng angry and hurt … as if he done this to me. At me.

Addiction is not personal. I know that. I felt like we needed some space and time to reflect.

Once he got into treatment, he became the person I’d always wanted. “I love you and I miss you.” He became very clingy, but that worried me. Shouldn’t he be anchoring himself in himself and not in me? In the first week, he also pleaded to come live with me, but I refused and he’s adjusted.

“You did the crime, you do the time, my dude,” I’d say jokingly.

I keep waiting for him to have some big moment of clarity that makes me feel safe that he won’t ever use again. But I know that’s not the way it works. The truth is there is no safety, no bullet-proof assurance. There never was and never will be, and if I choose to be with him moving forward, I will have to live with that. I’m still not sure if I can.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁

I went to a few support groups, but I would just cry in them. Very few people talked about friends, partners, or family members currently in active addiction. I kept hearing about “detaching.” But because of my own wounds, I didn’t understand the difference between detaching and abandonment, and nobody had a terrific explanation. The meetings make me anxious, and I find some of the people to be quite righteous (‘Okay, Hector Projector’), but I still continue to go. I also know some women who have been through this, and I talk to them. But the truth is, I have to have my own journey and my own experience.

I remember when I was using, and I called my dad for money. When he refused, I tried to manipulate him. He said, “Ames, you used to be able to ruin my life. Now you can’t ruin my lunch.” And he hung up on me. That’s when I knew the jig was up.

What I’m trying to do is focus on myself and my life and stay out of his recovery. There is nothing I can say or do that will make him “get it.” I’m not that powerful.

When he complained that he was bored on the weekend, I exploded. A friend said, “All he said was that he was bored. It is boring. There’s a lot of sitting around and downtime. You did much worse in rehab.”

It’s true. I self-harmed. I drank and got kicked out of two sober livings. I slept with other clients. I flirted with the chef. I was a fu***ng nightmare. But my personal history doesn’t make it easier for me to accept this.

“If you leave or get loaded or sleep with someone there, your stuff will be in a bonfire in the middle of the road. Do you hear me?” I said one day.

Yes, we all know threats are so effective in substance use recovery! Ha!

I felt and continue to feel so helpless. And I must sit with that feeling. I have no control. The only control I have is over how much I let it affect me. Some days I do well at that and other days … not so much. Maybe that’s what they mean by detachment. It would be so much easier to just burn the whole thing to the ground and walk away.

But that’s what I always do.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻

Here’s the truth: neither I, my friends, nor the people in the support groups know what will happen. Sure, the odds are stacked against him. Against us. But that was my story, too. So we’ll see.

I will not save him from his consequences. I will not let him take me down. I will maintain my boundaries. I’ll stop bringing up the past. But walking away? Love makes that really difficult.

People accused my parents of being enabling, but, wow, do I understand that now. Maybe they prolonged my recovery process. Maybe they kept me alive. We will never know. They are recently passed, and now I cry not just over the loss, but also over what my addiction must have done to them. In the end, none of us loves uncertainty. But such is life, with an addict or not.

~ Amy Dresner
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Amy Dresner is a journalist, recovering addict and alcoholic, and the author of My Fair Ju**ie: A Memoir of Getting Dirty and Staying Clean.

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04/15/2025

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04/14/2025

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐞. The first thought tells me, ‘No one is looking.’ That’s the trap—the illusion of secrecy. I keep to myself, I mind my own business, so technically, no one would have to know. That’s when the tape starts rolling.

𝐈 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 “𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥”—𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝. A quick $200, maybe $300 gone, some of it on Newports because, well, why not? Then the sequence unfolds, always the same. A couple of drinks, then a couple more. My dealer’s number, hidden under a fake contact name, gets dialed. Two bottles of Ketel, the start of a spree.

𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭-𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝟐 𝐚.𝐦. The parrot on my shoulder starts squawking, ‘This is wrong. This is wrong.’ But it’s too late. Then 4:30 or 5 a.m.—the drugs and booze are gone. That eerie moment when the world starts waking up, but I’m still chasing a high that has already abandoned me.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝. Every addict knows it. The one that perches outside your window, chirping just as the sky begins to lighten. The neighbor’s car door slams at 4:45 a.m.—right on time. My signal that the shame is about to set in.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬. The weight of guilt, the suffocating regret. The desperate wish to rewind to 5 p.m. yesterday, to undo it all. But there’s no rewind button, just 12 hours of begging my Higher Power to make the pain disappear. No money left. Cigs are gone. Liquor turned into a throbbing hangover. I lay there, praying it was just a bad dream. And then—ring, ring—the phone. Time to pretend I’m fine, time to fake cheerfulness.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞. Today, I play the whole tape before I press play in real life. I fast-forward past the illusion of escape and straight into the wreckage. And because I do that, I stop. I reach out to my circle, I tell them what I just went through in my head. I let gratitude flood in, relief washing over me.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

If you’re struggling tonight, I hope this helps you hit pause. Tomorrow is coming—it’s your choice how you wake up to it.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

- Boston Paul, Workit Health Member

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04/02/2025

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12/19/2024

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12/18/2024

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12/17/2024

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12/10/2024

𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

After a back injury, I was prescribed hydrocodone to treat the symptoms. I developed a dependency and when my doctor no longer provided a prescription, my ex-wife, a Registered Nurse, was able to find a supply on the secondary market.

My ex-wife has a severe case of narcissistic personality disorder that has destroyed her relationships with all her family members. Rather than help me get clean, she used the op**tes to control me, get me to do what she wanted, and drain our finances. After we divorced, I continued to spiral out of control, selling my belongings and depleting all of my savings.

I hated the control that op**tes had over me. I was borrowing money, missing work, and just feeling awful all the time. Everything in my life revolved around my next dose. I tried many times to quit cold turkey, but each time I tried, I became horribly sick. Finally, I started researching outpatient treatment options and found Workit Health.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

What would I tell someone considering Workit Health? Do it right now! I’ll help you! You need a phone? Here, take mine! … Seriously though, the best decision you will make is making this call. Your future self is awesome and waiting to see you succeed!

I do my Workit Health program everywhere. It’s integrated into my life both at work and at home. I usually do my video appointments from a conference room at work, but I reserve drug testing for the privacy of home.

𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬

When I started work at my present company, there was an old, beat up, black male cat with striking green eyes that hung out in our parking lot all day. He wouldn’t let anyone near him at all. Our FedEx driver brought food with him every day and left it for the black cat we called affectionally “Scruffy.”

I started buying treats and tuna to supplement our FedEx driver’s kindness. Each day, I was working my way closer to Scruffy with tuna. I eventually won him over and he started eating from my hand.

Scruffy was joined by a young, tortoiseshell calico female a few months later, and they became best friends. We called her Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea had a litter of 2 kittens and that started our colony.

Other street cats have shown up, and we do our best to provide them with food, shelter, and any medication or vet services they might need. We have built three cat condos with the support of our company, who even helps pay for the cats’ food. Our main goal is to socialize them so they are suitable for adoption. So far, we have gotten 9 cats/kittens adopted (three went home with me!).

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥-𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐲

A typical day with the cat colony starts with my arrival at work. Spot Girl, a 13-year-old spayed female striped tabby, will be sitting patiently in my assigned parking place. She walks around to my car door to greet me with a raspy, quiet, “Meooooow,” or, “Good morning Grand-Paw.” (They call me Grand-Paw, lol ).

I stop and give pets to any of the cats that come to the car. Then I go inside and prepare their breakfast. One of my coworkers shares the passion and chores with me. We feed a mixture of dry food and canned food so they get a balanced and healthy diet. Feeding is done mostly together, but a couple of the more territorial cats get fed off to the side of the rest.

We have built them cat “condos” where they can get out of the weather. We keep the condos clean and wash their bedding frequently. We take the cats treats at break time and at lunch (they like “Temptations” brand treats and tuna from a can or pouch). Then they all get dinner before we end the day. On the weekends, they only get fed once a day (until I can find a helper who lives closer). We have had some injuries and illnesses but have been fortunate to procure needed medications and treatments to keep everyone healthy.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

The cats, both at home and in the colony, all depend on me for food and shelter. But on the other hand, they provide me with love, companionship, joy, laughter, and a sense of calmness out of my life of chaos. If I were messed up, I couldn’t drive to care for them … or even afford to. I have a strong sense of responsibility to these fur babies who can’t grocery shop on their own!

The cats “fill my emotional cup” and help me to feel loved, needed, and most importantly wanted. I can relate to them because, at times, I have felt like a stray. Cast aside by society and an abusive relationship. I know that they are grateful for every bit of attention we give them. It’s all about reciprocity. They give back so much more than I provide: healthy, symbiotic love and respect!

- Tim, Workit Health Member

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12/10/2024

Hey, Oklahoma—Workit Health now offers 100% online treatment for opioid and alcohol use disorders in the Sooner State. ⁠

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11/27/2024

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11/19/2024

We're ready to serve New Mexico! Workit Health is now offering 100% virtual treatment for opioid and alcohol use disorders in the Land of Enchantment. ⁠Evidence-based addiction treatment right from your phone:
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