GESTALT INSTITUTE
ADDICTION Treatment Program
433 Metairie Road, Ste. 133
Metairie, LA 70005
(504) 828-2267 Office
(504) 812-0635 contact
- Eight (8) week program/ Five hours a week
- Group Times: Wednesdays and Fridays 6:00-8:45PM
- A Complete Addiction Assessments
- Group Counseling
- Family Counseling
- Individual counseling sessions available
Program fees are $50 per week for 8 weeks
Groups Facilitated by:
Patrick Dowd, GSW, LAC
Phone: 985.705.2796
The focus of this intermediate program is:
- To understand the disease concept of chemical use / and other addictions
- To identify and change behaviors associated with addiction / dependence
- To identify internal/external relapse triggers
- To understand and apply 12 steps of recovery to everyday life
- To identify and process internal/external life stressors through various approaches such as sober skills, relapse prevention, family group, process group, and individual sessions as needed
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
- I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in… I am hopeless. It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
- I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend not to see it. I fall in again. But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
- I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in… it’s a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
- I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
- I walk down a different street.
Anonymous
Autobiography: The Next Five Chapters
- I walk down the new street. There aren’t any holes in this street. Everything is so even here. I can see where I’m going and get there without any trouble. I have nice new neighbors here. They remember the old street too, but no one else wants to go back there but me.
- I miss the excitement of looking over the edge of that old hole in the street. I miss that “falling” feeling. I miss the familiar loneliness of being in there all by myself and the challenge of finding my way out alone in the dark.
- I walk over to the old street just to take a look. Sure enough, that old deep hole is still there. I just want to look inside of it. I won’t fall… oops! It’s taking even longer to get out than ever before. I must be out of practice. It’s been a long shile since I had to climb out of a deep hole alone. I’m so mad at myself for being so stupid.
- Tired and dirty, ashamed and sorry, I find my way back to the new street. My friends who miss the old street too are still there. They listen to my story. They are real glad they didn’t go back with me and even gladder that I got back alive. Me too.
- We all move to a new neighborhood.
Anne Teachworth
Director
