ABOUT BROCK BEVELL
Brock Bevell is a well-regarded family man with 7 children, six daughters and one son. He is a retired Police Officer who was run over on duty and ultimately retired from the injuries. The injuries caused him to endure numerous knee surgeries and constant rehabilitation. To deal with the pain, he was prescribed Opioids. After months and months of therapy, the department and doctors made the determination that his injuries would prevent him from doing the job effectively and could place others at risk. It was decided that he would be medically retired from the department.
For the next few years, Brock struggled with being retired. The day after turning in his equipment, he felt ostracized and not a part of the brotherhood. This was a huge blow to his ego. One day your chasing bad guys and the next your picking up your kid’s toys. It was a difficult transition. It was at this time, that Brock’s addiction took control of his emotions and he began to spin out of control, and he proceeded to self-medicate himself. During the height of his addiction, he went through a very difficult divorce. He lost time with his children and made poor decisions costing him his children’s trust.
Brock was a highly successful and functioning man despite his opioid habit. He continued to struggle with his moral compass being broken. He did not believe that the met the stereotypical image of a drug addict. At least the ones he had arrested. He worked tirelessly to battle his addiction and strengthen his relationship with his Higher Power. He tried to cut down, cut back and cut off his opioid intake. But because the opioids were being prescribed by his doctor, he justified the need for them.
THE PILLS TRICKED HIM
His willpower to stop using the pills failed and failed and failed. As many times as he tried to stop, he didn’t have the power. He even went to the extreme of selling his pills to “a friend” and the friend would then sale them to his suppliers and give him a proceed of the sales. He believed that this helped cut down his pill intake. In reality, it made him a drug dealer!
It wasn’t until he entered his bathroom to get a pill and opened the cabinet door and noticed his pills were perfectly laid out by the type and strength of the pill and quantity he had left in each bottle. When he shut the door, the mirror peaked into his room and he saw what appeared to be a crack house and remember, he knows what a crack house looks like. His room was in total disarray. Clothes and trash everywhere. Except for the pill cabinet. It was at this time, he made a few mistakes in his process.
He opened the cabinet in haste and removed the lids of every pill bottle and poured all of his pills into the toilet and flushed it. He watched the pills get sucked into the abyss and then he panicked! He had just flushed hundreds of pills down the toilet. As soon as the last pill cleared the bowl, he asked himself, “How am I going to get through the detox without my pills?” His hastiness caused him to begin the detox process much sooner than expected. He did not have time to call his team to come help him, plus they were unaware of the severity of his addiction. He had downplayed it for years. Now, he was alone and out of pills. He decided to do what any addict would do, he gathered up as much food and water from the kitchen and decided to take up residency in his bathroom. He made the decision that he would not leave his house until the process was complete. But he was unprepared for the fight that laid ahead.
As most of you know, the detox process is ugly. The symptoms began with a runny nose. The kind of runny nose you get after being pepper sprayed. Where your boogers extend from your nose to the floor. Then the belly cramps came in from left field and hit me crippling me over in excruciating pain. They are the kind that create emptiness with sharp pains. The pain feels like your intestines want to pop out of your belly button, so you hold your stomach so tight to make sure they do not. The pain from the stomach created a feeling of crippling anxiety causing hot and cold beads of sweat coming from the depths of my pours. The sweating created a strange phenomenon. He was unsure if he was hot or cold or in pain. The vomiting mixed with the diarrhea came next. The violent expenditures coming from both ends created violent heaving throw up, but nothing would come out. The body aches were controlled by the cold shower water and shaking was offset by the warm water. At times, He was breathing so hard that he felt his heart was going to become a projectile spewing out of his mouth.
There are personal parts of his detox that he would like to leave out and share at a different time. He loves talking about it in the right setting.
His detox lasted 7 days. At no time, did he have a visitor or help from the friends or family. He was alone (kinda). He had alienated most friends and was too embarrassed to share the process with his family. He walked the journey alone, but the detox set him up for the comeback.
For the first time in years, the need, want or desire to use opioids was gone. He did not want to use ever again. The process he went on prepared him for the battles he was going to face.
Since recovering from his addiction, Brock has helped hundreds of men and woman combat addiction. He utilizes an unconventional approach to recovery. This approach continues to lead men and woman to lasting sobriety.