Glad you're home x

I'm glad you are home. Hospitals suck.

We too are glad you are home.

Very good to hear you're home again, SundaeGirl.

The rat pack reunites. :hugnkiss:

Sorry and thanks for the updates.

The nice thing about having rats is that if somebody gives you a cat you don't immediately have to run out and buy cat food.

Or food.


:D

Get better. Getting better makes you feel better. Once you're better, you'll feel a lot better.

And then.... Don't get sick anymore. Then you have to get better again. But you'll feel worse until you do. Feeling worse makes the feeling better feel better, but it's not really worth it. Just stay fucking better all the time. It's better.

You better you better you bet.

You butter you butter your butt.


What?

Right.
Been accepted back to rehab/ therapy.

There aren't any options for residential therapy - at least none that I've been made aware of. Where I was in December 2014 was effectively a holding pen, to keep non-criminals in until they're no longer a danger to themselves or others. No therapy, classes, advice given.

Going back into the place I was in before (trying not to mention searchable names) is possible as I have a history of addiction, even though I am not attending for current addiction issues. Last time I was there, there were people who had been sober/ teetotal/ non-users for 1 year plus. But it's intensive and residential, which is marvellous. You don't travel for miles for a half hour session once a week, and there is always someone there to help if you have two-o'clock-in-the-morning-thoughts.

Added to that of course are facilities to do your own laundry, private baths and showers, three meals a day, weekly quiz nights and all that and everything.

But it's the classes, the therapy and the help that I am really in need of.
I f*cked up last time.
I did.
I saw alcohol as the only real issue, and in fact it was really only a symptom.
This time I am going to work on me. Instead of being scared of coming out, I can't wait. Instead of avoiding coming back to Otley I intend to embrace it, working on getting my flat habitable. I can't wait until I am at the point where I start volunteering - I especially want to work with horses, as they have a partnership with Hope Pastures (rehab for horses). That may never lead to paid work, but that was the wrong way to look at things before, and I won't do it again.

I don't care if I have to shovel poop and it will never pay a living wage. I will be of some use to someone (or something) somewhere.

I was officially accepted back after an official assessment today.
My admittal date is still to be arranged. Finance has to be agreed and organised (it's a medical decision, so it WILL be, but it may take time) and there has to be a vacancy. But I am so full of hope today.

There are things I need to organise. Not least the rats. Which I am deliberately not thinking about today because I don't want this to be a negative thing.
Also having post redirected, which is expensive but means at the very least I won't feel sick going back to the flat when I am allowed, fearing unexpected bills.
And I have to contact the electricity people to see if I can arrange a hiatus - I know it can be done when properties are unoccupied for reasons of health, but I hate hate hate dealing with authorities. However the alternative would be worse - coming back to a bill just when I'd got myself back on track!

I'll let y'all know when I have a date.
The usual suspects will have my new details. I have plenty of everything I need, but unless things have changed I may be out of contact for a while.
Look out for reports in the Yorkshire Evening Post (online, obvs) of enormously fat squirrels in Leeds.

This is fantastic news Sundae. I've also got hope for you! You can do this.

What splendid new, Sundae! You know we're all rooting for you at Limey Towers! Much much love and hope xxx

What a great start to your week, Sundae! You can do it! :thumb: