So yesterday’s post was perhaps a bit overly optimistic about spending Christmas in rehab.
My day has been nice and calm, with awesome food and some power grazing still to go, so I have no complaints. But not everyone is as jolly as I thought they were, and there are some downright Scrooges who don’t even want to have carols playing in the background.
Do I blame them? Hell no.
What I do think is that most people who are feeling miserable will leave this place and relapse because they can’t see rehab as the best possible gift ever.
Of course it’s natural and normal to miss family and friends but I most definitely see the benefit of missing out on this one Christmas in order to be a healthy, happy person for many Chritsmasses to come.
The food was phenomenal:
And I have not let being in here dampen my wacky Christmas spirit:
I do feel bad for the people who are really missing their family, because I am too. I just don’t see the point of being miserable about a situation I created in the first place, and that I have no control over…(hey, I think this rehab stuff is working!)
So a Merry Moppy Christmas from me to you. Here’s one last little gift should you be finding yourself in the same predicament and appreciated twisted humour: