Yesterday was a low day. I was emotional and feeling awful. Today I decided I needed to talk to C because I just can't live with myself when I don't soften when I need to.

She admitted she was kicked out of treatment, although her reasons were not completely coherent.

I called the centre and tried to advocate on her behalf to have them take her back. They said they were going to talk about it and make a decision in the next week.

I hope they'll let her return.

As must as the cold part of me lets go and gives up hope, there's always the other part that wishes to god something would change.


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