I miss the ward. After almost a year of despising it, I would happily go back there. It's strange really, almost exactly 3 years ago today I took the overdose that landed me in that place... after a year of "work" I got out, cured. Things were great, then Sue went back in. I couldn't bear to visit the place, I started showing up drunk, only way I could face it. The drinking soon became an everyday thing, and then drugs got involved. I'm pathetic, all that help, and I never got better. They didn't treat the illness, I know that much, they never do, they simply fixed the symptoms. Now I've got new ones, and the old one's are coming back. I should have used the time I had there to get better, I'm an idiot for wasting a chance to fix myself. Things are supposed to be okay, I'm meant to be better. I wish I could go back... it was the only place I've ever felt accepted. It was the only place I ever had friends. I wish I didn't, I wish I could just keep on hating the place, but... Is this normal, does anyone else miss the fucking hospitals.I don't understand how I went from not being able to go there sober, to missing it... it doesn't make sense.