Hello Mr. Abercrombie
So there is not much to look at in crises centers but
Thursday during outside time there was my roommate who had the sexy eyes and
the quiet guy who was built ford tough and you know would just be one good
ride. We watched as he threw the
football back and forth. Stacy had a boyfriend of ten years and while she liked
the view there were too many years of looking at the menu and eating at home,
that and she preferred black guys. We kept our eye on him and made it our
mission to get to know him.
By lunch time Friday after being told the doctors wanted to
keep me up to 20 more days in this place I was determined to become some kind
of head honcho. If I had to stay 20 days I was going to break some rules, that
meant finding out which side of Abercrombie’s bread was buttered, Besides
Anastasia liked him too. So we waited for him to sit down during lunch, he sat
at a four top and we sat with him. He
was clearly nervous and so we waited for him to calm down and then I got the
ball rolling. He would not talk too much when I was around but he did open up
to Anastasia when I walked away to get something to drink. He then asked why I
was there and when he asked why, his first guess ways guys then he added girls
as if to make it seem he was open to all people but to us it just sounded a bit
to second nature but I was not yet convinced.
At smoke break I was given a paper that I was only up to 6
more days which meant I could get laid regardless.
Hello Bella
This real sexy Italian woman was all quiet and sitting alone
in the activities room and so I sat next to her with no intention of
befriending but low and behold she was perfect. I could not imagine how she
could be here but naturally it was an overdose. She had other issues to that
made me just feel bad, it was all medical type shit, nothing that was her
fault.
She arrived the day after I did and stayed in here room. It
was not until Sunday that we became full-fledged friends.
When my roommate was discharged on Friday I was hoping it
would be awhile before I would have another roommate and that if I did he would
be just as if not more awesome than then the last. I went to my room to find a
short black guy on the bed reading. I
introduced myself and quickly left to tell my new buddies that I now had
another roommate. It was short lived because in the middle of the night they
swapped him out for a guy who was 6’5 and did nothing but sleep. The next day
at breakfast I told my friends what had happened at which they all laughed. The
day was spent mostly just hanging around. There were some groups but it was
mostly scheduled fun activities.
Bella, Stacy and I were thick as thieves. Because I had
mentioned to my doctors about my occasional Marijuana use they put in my file
that I should go to co-occurring groups which now meant I could go to all the
groups if I wanted to. My hearing on Friday also said that I would only be
staying up to six more days which I was ok with. I knew that going to all the
groups and talking to every staff member I could, it would make that even less.
Saturday around noon Rachel came in. she was intriguing and it turned out it
was a botched impulsive attempt at suicide. She soon regretted it but her
husband insisted she go get help.
Along with Rachael I met John. He was a diabetic with only
one leg and a good amount of his fingers missing. His story was so said that I
will not share it but let’s just say he needs a divorce.
Later that day I found out that the guy who was removed from
my room was James and that he knew my friend Stacy, small world. I quickly
enjoyed the fact that I did not go to Delco, at least I would not bump into
anyone that I knew. James joined our group even though he was in for anger it
was soon discovered that he was just in a bad situation at the wrong time.
The weekend for the most part was fun, there was Karaoke
which made Rachael a star and then Tanya, a little Asian woman who not only
enjoyed rap but was good at it. There was almost never a dull moment.
Bella was in because of her mother fabricated a story about
here trying to kill herself on multiple occasions. When Bella read here 302
paper work to us it made her mother sound far worse than we had imagined.
Sunday during our time in the court yard the activities
director came up to me and we began to have a very deep conversation and at the
heart of it was MeTo. I poured out my heart to here and let here have all the
gory details. I really liked this woman and felt safe around her, the whole
time I was there I would chat and she would even open up about her own life to
me. It was then that after a week of not
hearing from MeTo that I had to accept the fact that things were over and that
he no longer cared for me the way I cared for him. She never advised but asked
questions to help me come to the conclusion that I would just have to cut him
out of my life. I knew I did not want to do it right away which she agreed was
a good idea.
Monday came and I had
had enough, everyone was getting discharged or knew when they were getting
discharged. I was taking meds and went to every group and now they were
repeating. I clamed up and went to my room. While lying on my bed and watching
the rain hit the glass block window my psychologist came in and asked how I was
doing, he then told me he would try to get me out Tuesday. The news made my
day.
Stacy was not getting discharged until Friday and Bella
might have to stay the maximum 20 days. We exchanged numbers and prepared for
the moment when we all would be separated. James was leaving that day and so we
made sure that we had a way to keep in touch.
Tuesday came and I acted like a king, I did what I wanted
and was so giddy and happy that they had no choice but to let me go. My mother
came to pick me up right at lunch time and I realized how bitter sweet it all
was.
Here I made several new friends and some of them I had to
accept the fact that I just might not ever see or hear from them again. They
served their purpose in my life and I had to move on. A part of me wanted to cry but another part
wanted to just scream and never look back. When all was said and done and I saw
the sun on the other side I ran for it screaming, “I’m Free!” in honesty I was free
of MCS but my battle with depression was still going on and about to get a
little harder.
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