Adventures in Escapism
I had begun to accept that I was going to be in a residential treatment facility.
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With two coping skills exhausted, and thinking I had no other option, the only other comfortable thing to do was quit and run.
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Riddled with self-will, I figured that a 3 hour visit on my terms would be just as good as a 3 hour visit granted to me by Dr. Moran, but was obviously mistaken since the majority of time was spent arguing. It’s amazing how one minute others disappoint me because I have the expectations I immediately take it back.
I don’t have to like what people say in order to accept that it’s what I need to hear. I also don’t have to like where I’m at to accept it’s where God needs me to be at that moment. Through it all however, I have options – and I never have to use. And didn’t.