After weeks of trying to find me a bed in a unit that can NG feed me, one has finally been found. On Wednesday I will be admitted for the second time.
The unit is along way from home, I was hoping for somewhere nearer and I will be sad to leave this unit. I have come to like the staff, it is a friendly, laid back unit, but sadly it seems that I need something a bit stricter. I’m nervous about moving, but hopefully it will be the right place for me to recover properly.
I am getting away with too much here, cutting too many corners, telling too many lies. I can’t recover like this. And I really do want to properly recover.
I need my life back.