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I am now fully discharged from the Becklin Centre.
They had one final trick up their sleeve, discharging me without my full meds, because apparently my drugs chart is here at Hawthorn. Of course no-one could have predicted that in advance, given that they passed the drugs chart over themselves that morning without discharging me...
Still, I am in the position as stated above. Never not ever have to see them again.
I hated my time there. The only reason I clung on at the end was because of the promises originally made to me about the help I would receive before discharge. And because in a cold, dark wintery landscape there is something to be said for hot baths, a tumble drier, three meals and day and free electricity.
Have I managed to do anything to my flat yet, even taking out a single piece of rubbish?
No. Got back in the dark last night, left at 08.00 this morning. I'll be living like an animal in a hole for a little while yet. But I won't be there 24/7 this week at least, I won't be making anything worse there and I won't be drinking.
And I'll have access to you.
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