It’s the 13 of May, 2026. I find myself in rehab after having been tested positive for several illicit substances. There were incidents at home with alcohol and the psychiatrist locked me up in this facility. It’s not bad, there’s free coffee, a pool table, swimming pool with sauna, and the staff is nice.
I have permission to be outside a couple of times every week, and my wife visitis regularly. We’re doing couple’s therapy and I’m in individual therapy as well. I still have six more months to go and I have to say goodbye to drugs and liqour.
Lynn and I are thinking about having a baby and I need to become mature and responsibe. The time here I can use to reflect on my choices. It’s good to be here, sober and clean, but I miss Lynn and I miss home. I constantly crave beer but that’s just a minor inconvenience.
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