Rehab Day One

Something I wrote while being in rehab at age eighteen.

July 12, 2016

Yes, I'm sitting in a rehab center on my bed. Took forever to be checked in. Mom and Dad waited the whole time. My room mate, Daniella, is a dope head and is withdrawing. She was in the waiting room with me and nodding out while filling out the forms. I'm not sure if I should be here. This may have been a mistake. I can relate to everyone here even though I'm in the adult detox, instead of the young adults. I don't feel well and doubt I'll be able to sleep. This shithole cost my parents six g's. The men here all love me. The staff told me not to cause trouble. Almost like they know me well.