Chapter 2 (Rehab)
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Five hours later, and I arrived.
I sat in the truck for 15 minutes waiting on them to check me into the hospital. once I got in though it felt different. The Energy and all.
I kind of liked it.
"This is your room sweetie, your roommate is Elizabeth, she's in a session right now, but she'll be back in a few hours" Dr. O'Brien said.
Dr. O'Brien hopefully is going to help me out of my addiction. He's my doctor for the next month, so he'd better anyway.
I got settled into my new room. I laid on my bed they gave to me and just looked up at the ceiling. I had changed into the scrubs that everyone had to wear. They were comfortable but plain. I had a free day to do whatever in the hospital because I had just arrived.
Even though I know in order to get out I have to participate in groups and therapy. I was already just too depressed and shy. I didn't want everyone judging me because I'm a mom, but I'm here. I definitely didn't want any feigns, or crazy people in my business. I still wondered about who gave my mother and father information on my relapse.
A month later, I finally released. Revenge was close and I could taste it amazingly.
I was determined to find out one way or another. Nothing, not even this rehab was going to stop me.
"Hey, I'm Elizabeth nice to meet you." said Elizabeth loudly in my face. I jumped up quickly, startled by her loud voice. "Uh hey, I was asleep why did you do that?" I asked. "The group is about to start, did you want to join? I was told to ask you since you're the new girl and my roomie" Elizabeth responded. "No I'll join tomorrow, I don't really want to be here" I replied back. "None of us really do sweetie, good luck but I got my own problems so sorry but I don't really give a f**k about yours" Elizabeth smartly replied walking out of the room slamming the door behind her.
Damn that b***h is crazy. That's all I could think to myself. I wonder if it was her being sober, that made her such a b***h.
I tried to go back to sleep. My state of mind was all over the place. I couldn't rest enough to sleep, so I decided to just say f**k it and join group. I got my hospital slippers on and continued across the hall to the group.
The group had already started. It had been going on for ten minutes before I arrived at my seat in the circle of the group.
"Oh I see we have another fresh face joining us today, can you introduce yourself please?" Dr. O'Brien asked as politely as I have ever heard anyone asked somebody to introduce themselves before. Of course I had too at that point, I was never raised to be rude like that weird ass girl Elizabeth. "Hi my name is Tyler and I'm here for drug addiction and mental health disorders" I introduce myself standing up. When I finished my line I sat back down but not before hearing, "Hi Tyler, welcome" in sync from the group.
Not going to lie, it felt kind of like freedom I guess. I was able to be open and honest, finally without judgement. That felt great, not going to lie.
Everyone took turns telling their story. That lasted about 30 minutes. Then the doctor gave everyone a piece of paper.
"Okay guys, on this paper for the next day every morning and night I want you guys to write down one word that describes how you are feeling at that moment. Keep ahold of it, you will be able to take it home as a memory to look back on, on your progress while here" Said Dr. O'Brien.
All I could think to myself as I walked to grab snack, and head back to my room was "this was going to be a long ass month". I had already deeply missed my kids and was counting down the 30 days until I was released from the rehab.
I cried every night my first 2 weeks being there.I didn't see my kids the entire month. People at this particular rehab were only allowed phone calls. That s**t definitely sucked so bad. I became extremely depressed, which shortly turned into anger and hate for my parents and who ever snitched on me. I was out for revenge, and I still wanted to get high.
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