There's no Place like Home

Ah there is no place like home. Especially if you have been at Highland Ridge for a week.
I guess you could say I had a breakdown. Saturday was a pretty hazy night after about half a bottle of vodka and a several pain pills and anxiety meds. I vaguely remember the ambulance ride and waking up with the doctor telling me because of my "suicide attempt". (For the record I don't have a death wish, I'm just stupid.)I needed to be admited to Highland Ridge. I really did not want to stay there but they blue sheeted me. That means I get to stay until they say I am stable. At $625 a night believe me I got stable real quick and in a hurry.
Lot's of fun adventures ensued but there are way too many to put in one blog. It was all so surreal and scary, but kinda of amazing too. Somehow I walked in there a scared, depressed, lonely girl who had a lot of self doubt and came through the other side content and with a sense of peace.
Life is what it is. I can't change the past and I have to learn to forgive myself and love myself, even if I am the only one who does.