Misc

 Initially I never wanted to go to rehab; I really didn’t think I needed help. I pretty much thought all hope was gone when it came to getting better. I was at the point where I was abusing not only my body but my self-esteem. There were days that I wished I wouldn’t wake up; I thought I had lived all the life I needed to. I abused drugs and alcohol just so I could get through a school day. But really I just used them to get through living period. My family never really paid too much attention to me until I really got into a rut. I guess it was because they were too caught up in their own lives. I can still remember the day I left for rehab, it was cold out and it had rained earlier during the day and I had just gotten off of work early because I was miserable and depressed and you could even say I was suicidal. I got Home and me and my dad talked it out. All and all he decied I need help, and I guess deep down inside I knew I needed help. So I went to the hospital and got checked out and what not. I felt like I was their for weeks, when really I was just their for like five hours. So after that long time of waiting they final found a place to send me. It was a place called brooklane it was somewhere in maryland. It took forever to get their because it was dark and we didn’t know where we were going. But eventually we ended up getting there.   I really did understand some of the stuff I had to do while I was there, I was pretty good