I liken it to being in the lion’s den. It is very much like that. If not the lion’s den, then it’s like being in the wilderness surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. Yeah, it’s more like that. However, whatever you liken it to an intervention is definitely no picnic.
There I was walking up the walkway to my parents’ house to ask for a well needed loan and I suddenly had a cold chill run up my spine. I know it sounds dramatic, but that was how it happened. So, the chill runs up my back as I get my keys out of my pocket and I slowly open the door to what once was the house that I grew up in which has now become the ill fated lion’s den. What ensued was the most uncomfortable amount of time that I have ever spent on this planet.
When an intervention begins it feels just like you’re being attacked from all sides. Here you have the people who love and cherish you the most telling you as candidly as possible how badly you’ve screwed up your life. Not only that, but they also tell you how much you’ve screwed up theirs. Despite all the talk about screwing up, however, there comes the part where everybody tells you how much they love you and how much they want you to get help. Now, tell me. Would lions or wolves do that?