What Makes Desert Rose Different

  • By Aaron Mills
  • 25 Dec, 2017

With so many choices in addiction recovery in West Palm Beach, why should someone trust their recovery (or their loved ones) to the staff at Desert Rose?

It is so hard these days to tell the difference between treatment centers in the addiction recovery industry. So many business owners are running centers primarily with a profit motive, and so many scandals and stories of failure haunt the rehab industry in South Florida. It can be daunting to find somewhere genuine to seek help.

By and large, nearly all the well-known treatment centers promote the same kinds of activities and their own twist on therapy. Everything from art and music therapy to adventure therapy with outings into nature have become more common place than they were when Desert Rose first adopted them. Additional services, like chiropractic care, massage therapy, and acupuncture, have also become more common. 

But can services and unique types of therapy really set a treatment center apart? Is that really the thing that should determine how much trust we bestow on the staff and leadership of a rehab?

Let's be honest. Saying we care, or saying we are special is just marketing, and every center does it. Nearly every rehab in Florida shows pictures of beaches, and we are no different. It is certainly an attractive reason for someone to get on a plane and come here for treatment. Yes, we really do live and work in one of the most beautiful places on earth. But will that alone get you healthy?

Our unique forms of therapy, our excellent track record, and our caring staff really are great reasons to trust us with your recovery, or to send your family member into our care. 

The stories that have been created by what is happening here at Desert Rose are powerful. Lives are changing and people are getting healthy, in many cases even after they had given up on that possibility in life. 

But it is not our gender-specific programs, or our evidence-based treatment, or even our tailor-made custom treatment programs that should convince you this is the right place for treatment. Don't get us wrong, those are all great reasons. They are just not the best reason.

It is not even the hope our past clients proclaim after treatment here, or the fact that we have a great ratio of therapists to clients, or even the fact that we really do have an authentic family atmosphere. We do indeed care about our clients, and what happens to them. Those are big reasons to choose Desert Rose. 

But there is another reason that we think you should know about. Something different.

The reason you should see that Desert Rose Recovery is the West Palm Beach rehab worthy of your trust, is the philosophy of our owner. It is how he believes we should make decisions. It is how we make decisions, and the standard by which we hold ourselves accountable.  

Every center can talk about the unique programs, therapies, and special spa-like atmosphere. When it comes down to who you are going to trust with your future, or the future of a family member, Jacob Webb's standards for how we make decisions really is unique and special. 

Take the time to watch this short interview with Jacob. We think you will have a better understanding about who we are, and why we have hope for your future. We care about what happens to you, and we are standing by to take your call. 

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By Jenny Hunt 22 Jan, 2018
So often I talk about the big blessings of sobriety – great job, great life, great friends, great relationship with my family, and that feeling of inner peace and contentment. Sometimes I forget about the little things. Little things that were so out of my reach in addiction, I didn’t even believe they were possible. So here are some of those things, in no particular order:
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Two days after the 1986 NBA draft, No. 2 pick Len Bias was dead of cardiac arrest after of a cocaine overdose.

Len Bias: Best player Maryland had ever seen (maybe the best Maryland player ever, depending on how you feel about Juan Dixon). The future of the Celtics. About to sign an endorsement deal with Reebok. Life was perfect.

Cocaine killed that. He was 22.

Bias hadn’t left home to play college ball; he was a home-grown talent who came up just outside D.C. and played ball in Maryland so he wouldn’t have to leave his family. He had a future as wide-open and promising as any kid, ever. Already a star, a freak of athletic power and poise, he might have changed the world of professional basketball. He’d fueled the dreams of a thousand city kids who wanted to play like him, be him. He swaggered, Len Bias did. His opponents couldn’t fathom him: “He’d jump and his knees would be in my teeth.” He dunked on guys, whether he needed to or not, just because he could. Len Bias could fly.

And then cocaine ended him.

Here’s how it went down: Bias and three buddies were snorting coke in a dorm room, suite 1103 in Washington Hall. Bias did a line, tried to get up, fell back on the bad and lapsed into seizure. One guy held his legs. Another one put the handle of a pair of scissors in Bias’s mouth, to keep him from biting his own tongue. The third somehow called 911 and mumbled, over and over, that his friend was in trouble. Kept saying his friend’s name, even when the emergency operator told him it didn’t matter. “This is Len Bias. You have to get him back to life. There’s no way he can die.”

But drugs don’t differentiate. Substance use, abuse and addiction have attacked athletes across the spectrum of sport.

By Emily Johanson 18 Jan, 2018
If a stranger in a gas station parking lot asks this question, it’s easy to assume what’s going on.

“Nope. I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yep, thanks.”

After working a full day, then sitting through a 4-hour class, the last thing I was in the mood for was to be pestered by a drug dealer at 11 p.m. All I wanted was to get my Marlboro Smooths and go home.

As I got into my car, annoyed by the fact that I had to start it with pliers (broken car keys aren’t worth the $200 replacement), something told me to stop.

I reversed, and rolled down my window next to the mysterious black Toyota.

“What are you selling?”

He told me that he had whatever I needed: Weed, percs, Xanax, heroin, flakka, oxies, you name it.

Addiction was too close to home to keep from speaking up.

“Do you realize what you’re doing? Do you realize what you’re selling?”

He was silent for a minute, staring at me. After what felt like eternity looking into this man’s eyes, I decided that I had the freedom to continue. What else do I say? I began to tell some of my story. I served him my heart on a silver platter.

“You don’t have to do this. There are other ways to make money.”

He looked down in shame. I encouraged him to take a few of my Desert Rose company cards in case he knew someone who needed help. He got out of his car, took the cards from my hand and stood there, shaking his head. With tears in his eyes, he said, “They’re for me.”

I sat there with this guy for 45 minutes while he poured out his heart and story.

Gary told me he’s 49 years old, works on classic cars by day, and sells drugs by night for extra money. He has a beautiful son who he loves with all of his heart. When he removed his hat and pulled his shirt collar aside, his bald head and IV port revealed his personal nightmare: Gary was also fighting stage four colon cancer. He made it clear that his cancer was not an excuse for his behavior, or for his personal drug use.

I was caught off guard when Gary squeezed my hands and began to pray. He prayed against forces of the enemy. He prayed for blessing over my life. He prayed protection and favor over his son. For himself, he prayed for wisdom and strength to do the next right thing.

As he walked back to his car, he turned around and said, “It’s time for me to go home and kiss my son good night. Thank you for reminding me of what’s important.”

Every day, we pass people by, like they’re just part of the scenery. We have absolutely no clue what kind of story, beauty, and pain lie beneath the surface.

If you're in pain, please know we understand and we're ready to help. Call us today at (844) 338-5587. 
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How do you carry your recovery into the world? Do you pin it on daily, like a badge of honor? Do you bring it out just for special occasions, or do you keep it well and truly hidden?

Last month, a longtime acquaintance told me (in slightly hushed tones) that he’s in recovery. 

I was glad that I didn't hear any traces of shame or guilt in his voice. His long-ago drinking and drug use? It’s just the life he was living at the time. He’s not afraid of being judged, or of any stigma attached to substance abuse and recovery.

It’s just that he’s moved on. He’s private about being in recovery and it’s not particularly relevant to the life he's achieved – husband, father, business owner, artist, athlete. He sponsors people, even quietly mentions that he’s a former addict when he thinks it might help somebody. He probably won’t bring it up with his kids unless they ask him point-blank, once they’re old enough to understand. It’s a crazy-healthy way to be.

For some people, declaring their recovery to the world is a part of staying clean. It gives them a sense of identity and a tribe – their own #MeToo community. They’re vocal, active, engaged. These are the folks going into the prisons, leading the meetings, talking to groups of high school students and their parents. Walking though recovery means talking about recovery. They have no secrets.

Then there are others who’ve closed and locked the door. The subject is not open for discussion, and if you happen to touch upon it, everybody’s going to feel a little uncomfortable for a while. This happened to me not long ago, with a pastor friend. Trying to find a way to refuse a glass of prosecco I offered, he made a joke about being an overachiever in everything – including, at one time, drinking. He made his point in a way that made it clear that was all he was planning to say on the matter. His right, and I respect that.

It seems to me that there are a million ways to navigate long-term recovery. What’s your way?
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