The first week is hell as I go through detox.
I don't care what the brochures say there is nothing serene or comfortable about this setting.
All I can think about is getting my hands on Jack again.
I'm grumpy and frustrated and not really wanting to be here.
But then I remember why I'm doing all of this.
I may have let Bella go, but I've also held on to hope.
Hope that maybe one day we could work things out.
Thinking of her is all it takes for me to try and make the best of this.