Just got back to the hospital after being reported missing for seventeen hours. Yesterday afternoon I left the hospital and went home like planned, I dyed my hair bright pink and watched TV. Two hours before I was due back I decided to go to the shops and get a bottle of alcohol... I downed the entire 10.5 units within a few minutes. I hadn't eaten in six hours so the drink went straight to my head and it didn't take long for me to be completely wasted. I decided to walk to town and get McDonald's to sober up ;however it didn't work and by then I was already late back. My phone was dying, I was very intoxicated, there were no buses running and I did not know my way back to the hospital. I thought it best and responsible to go back home, sleep it off and then return to hospital in the morning. This morning though I really didn't want to go back. I ignored all the calls from my Sister and the Police, so that no one could find me and I very slowly walked the eight miles to the hospital. I stopped at every McDonald's on the way. Apparently the ward also reported me missing, though they didn't seem too worried that I'd gone AWOL and a few hours after returning I could leave again. What a great adventure I had, only regret it being so short.
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My Journey To Normality (Part 2)
Short Story•This is a story based on true events about someone who is on their journey to recovery from mental illness. Their questioning of gender and sexuality. Going through relationships and break ups. Just an all about coming of age story of a person that...
