WHOAAAAAA

Soooo my dad is getting out of rehab tomorrow.
I haven't had time to get on here and keep you all updated due to my life being flipped around.
So, yeah. Two weeks ago tomorrow, my dad had a panic attack, and decided he had had enough of his own bullshit. So he checked himself into the #1 alcohol and drug rehab in the state. That happens to be almost an hour drive from where I live. Nice.
Everything is very clean there. And everyone has yellow hands from smoking so many cigarettes.
There were all kinds of people there.
There were teenagers, and old people, and black people, and white people, and Indian people, and fat people and skinny people, and nice people, and mean people.
There were people there who really looked like they needed to be there. Your stereotypical addicts, a bad attitude, and clothes that don't fit right and kind of a blank stare that makes you feel uncomfortable.
And then there were people who you never would have suspected in a million years had a substance abuse problem. They were just everyday people. (I mean, where I go to school, addicts and alcoholics are everyday people, but you get the gist of what I'm saying.)
Everyone has their story there.. Mostly sad ones.
This one woman lost two sons to drug overdoses, and her one son was a twin, and his twin (Her name is Sydney) also had a drug problem, so they checked her into rehab because that woman was NOT losing another kid. You can just hear the grief in her voice.
You can tell a lot of the people there are miserable.. those folks are the court ordered ones.
Court ordered like, "Either you can do 30 there, or 30 in the County Jail."
Holy shit. Everything is just a whirlwind.
It really has been a life changing experience.