Why wouldn't you shoot clay discs in your journey to sobreity and sanity?!
To be fair I'm willing to give anything a bash so can't be too critical.
Rubbish night sleep. Got confused between a memory and reality so ended up sliding into a horrific nightmare where I was being raped by two of the counsellors here (two I get on very well with), plus my boyfriend. The scenario was something that did take place when I was a kid, but replayed with different characters.
I was in a right old eggy state when i woke up. Couldn't get the images and feelings out of my head so sat and whacked my forehead against a wall for a spell. Still thinking of it, and getting lumpier and bumpier by the bash, then rocked out of my room to find the night staff. Had hysterics with him for a while until he gave me a sleeping pill and a brew and tucked me back in. He was a really nice chap.
Felt pants this morning, I don't want to live in a world where things like this happen! And there is undeniable and irrefutable proof that they can happen again!
But have chatted to a few people here and managed to get it all back in context and look at the positives.
Like clay pigeon shooting.
Still not looking forward to leaving but definitely on the up!
Whole family visiting tomorrow, really hope I can cover the bruise on my forehead! My parents are expecing me to be all fixed and don't want to dissapoint.
Big love x
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