So...
Parents drove me to the seaside today to view what is in essence a rehab place (although they keep referring to it as a 'retreat' - whatever you want to call it, I'm fucking nuts and you've finally noticed).
To cut the long story short (as I don't have much time), I am being admitted on Tuesday for two weeks! To be treated for eating, alcohol and self harm issues. May main aims are to come away and be able to not drink or binge/purge every day and cut the cutting for good. Would also really like to become properly anorexic but I kept that wee thought to myself.
It's... drum roll, £9000 for the 2 weeks.
Shit.
That puts the pressure on ever so slightly. And sort of drums it home just how far I've come down this ridiculously long rambling road to barking barneyville.
So, one more weekend of drinking, bingeing and causing bodily pain, and what a weekend it shall be! I intend to fully get my 9 grands worth. I shall be rocking to the coast on Tuesday reeking of booze, covered in vomit demanding immediate medical attention.
Or I'll sepnd it trying to convince my very conventional boyfriend that being an impulsive addictive individual isn't grounds for dumping.
No idea if anyone else is reading this twaddle, pleae let me know if you are.
Love Georgie.
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I started to read your blog this week. But i'm french so my english isn't really good and i don't understand everything that you write. but i just wanted to tell you that i love your blog =]
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Whoa, I'm sorry that you're parents are forcing this on you. Unless you're completely willing to go?
ReplyDeleteIf you are, I wish you the best of luck and hope you can overcome what you're going through =]