Quite literally when I arrived at the rooms of recovery I had a little tote bag and hardly nothing in it. Though, that is what it took for me to become willing. The difference between when I was made to go into recovery and when I wanted to go were like night and day. When I went in for all the wrong reasons it was just a show. When I actually dragged myself in the door genuinely, it was totally different. As, I was willing to do anything to be sober as I was working on dying. However, after all the bottoms I had and the bottom fell out, I found out there was an alternative.