Friday, February 25, 2011

Sunday Morning Coming Down.

My first Sunday in rehab.  Separated from my wife and family and put out here with a bunch of alcoholics and addicts.  The Saturday Family group session was tough and I was quite sure that I couldn't handle this. 

Well the song fit me this morning.  They call it a dry drunk.  You haven't had anything to drink but was experiencing the same feelings as being drunk.  Here I was this fine Sunday morning.  Running out of clean clothes, not shaving, wondering what in the hell I am doing here and feeling mighty lonesome.  I was surrounded by people that I didn't know telling horror stories about their lives that I really didn't want to hear. I had been telling everyone I was an alcoholic in group for 3 days and I didn't believe it.  I felt terrible.  I was clinging to memories of just a week ago, trying to forget where I was at.  Felt like I was in the middle of a nightmare and just wanted to wake up.
Sunday's are pretty relaxed at rehab.  Today family members can take the patients out for a 4 hour time period away from the rehab.  I didn't qualify to leave today because it was my first Sunday.  Little did I know at that time that I would never leave on a family day pass.  Rough time with family members is on the horizon. They just kind of left me there.  There would be a reason but I wouldn't find out until much later.
This Sunday morning I was feeling bad.  Hung over (dry drunk) and feeling lonesome.  I had started on the roller coaster emotions of rehab and things would get much worse before they started to get better.

Mike

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