Insurance wants to drop me down from PHP to IOP. Bye bye residential. I guess I should be cured after 28 days. My therapist is talking to my mom to try and see what we can work out, but it’s not looking good. I can’t to IOP through the same program I’m in right now. They’d require me to have a car which is really impossible right now. I can’t go back to Chicago cause I can’t afford the rent. So I’m going to basically be at my mom’s house doing nothing cause there’s no programs where she lives.
Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.
My brain is so flooded with thoughts right now.