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Rehabilitation Center

The patients often rock back and forth, or pace as if to move away from their frustrations, their situation, their self, but the same always follows. Their only task is existence... yet such a heavy endeavor, like moving through thick mud, always messy and often stuck. As long as they remain their same selves, they remain a prisoner of themselves, haunted by screams of unworthiness, threats of unforgiveness, and insistence of victimization. Psychologists ask questions and sometimes make suggestions. Doctors dictate medications. Many have chemical dependency or a congenital chemical imbalance and lack the physical capacity to be happy, in the same way someone with kidney failure would die without dialysis. Patients regress into numbness, an unintrusive seclusion and an attempt to avoid misery's self-abusing mind. Some find an escape, by God's grace, faithfully willing their way out of their mental detention and the "Rehabilitation" Center Prison.

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Date: 6/3/2018 5:40:00 PM
My brother went thru this and i know how hard it is to watch a life wither away. Great write Juliet Blessings Carl
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