I'm not going back to rehab tomorrow.
I started going because a close friend whom I love dearly motivated me to. Since then, I've reduced my drinking tremendously.
That friend is gone now and my motivation went with them. Still, I kept going.
But if I slip up even a little, the provider there presses me about going to inpatient treatment and stares at me awkwardly while I'm expected to come up with a reason not to go. It makes me feel awkward and guilty, like the progress I've made isn't good enough.
And it's progress made while the truth is that, frankly, I don't care anymore. I am not motivated to keep going to rehab but I kept going, and they want me to commit even more? No. If what I've done isn't good enough then I guess I'm just not good enough.
That friend is gone now and my motivation went with them. Still, I kept going.
But if I slip up even a little, the provider there presses me about going to inpatient treatment and stares at me awkwardly while I'm expected to come up with a reason not to go. It makes me feel awkward and guilty, like the progress I've made isn't good enough.
And it's progress made while the truth is that, frankly, I don't care anymore. I am not motivated to keep going to rehab but I kept going, and they want me to commit even more? No. If what I've done isn't good enough then I guess I'm just not good enough.




