Chapter 47 Theo
Theo
Mercury,
Two weeks down.
All in all, this place has been pretty nice. Swanky. Definitely better than the rehab Mom and Doug shoved me into, even though it probably cost the same.
The pool time I get is great, group therapy isn’t as bad as I thought it’d be, and the art and music therapy has been interesting.
But fuck yoga therapy. The only thing about me that’s flexible are my morals. Also, child’s pose put me to sleep and they frown upon that apparently.
I’m getting through it though. I haven’t really noticed a difference with the new meds yet, but Dr. Kay said it’ll take a couple more weeks to tell.
I definitely feel more stable than when I came in, even though the depression is still there, but it doesn’t feel so…
big anymore. Like it’s no longer controlling me.
It feels like forever since I’ve seen you, but also like it was just yesterday.
Time moves weird in this place. It’s disorienting to be cut off from the outside world like this.
No TV, no phone, no social media. It’s as if my life has paused while I try to get my shit together, but the world is racing ahead without me…
like I’ll have to run and catch the train back to my old life and there’s a chance I won’t make it.
But don’t worry, baby. I’ll always come back to you if you’ll wait for me.