Rehab Journal

Day Twenty: Christmas Eve:

Well, the day definitely got better as it went along. The morning was rough, though. I would like to say one thing about process group this morning. I honestly do not feel what happened to Clare was kind nor compassionate. And on Christmas eve, of all days. Yes, these were opinions she my have needed to hear, but I feel it could have been done more diplomatically, and on a different day. She was in such great pain and I feel we were the cause of that. I also did not want to speak. I did not want to cause her more pain. I felt as if I was forced into speaking. I did not like that. And the next time, I am going to stick to my guns and stand up for what I do or do not want to share. I feel she was attacked, even though we tried to say loving things about her as well. And I feel so much empathy and heartbreak for her right now. Well, leaving that subject. My holiday spirit began to spike around dinner time. even though I was missing my family incredibly and desired to run through those doors to be with them, I didn't and I'm glad. The other girls here really helped in lifting me up. They even surprised me by getting a group together to carol down the hallways. It was so fun and everyone was smiling. It really brought us all together and allowed us to forget our sadness and loneliness for a short while. If I can get through Christmas here, I know the rest of my time here will be a piece of cake. Maybe. I'll hope for the best and what will come will come.