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Saying goodbye was extremely difficult. In fact, my eyes are tearing up even thinking about it. I had come to trust and love everyone I was there with, staff and patients. They brought me from a deep, dark place in my life, to a point where I once again had hope, where I once again felt able to go out and live my life. They saw me through my struggles and didn’t give up on me. Along the way, there was an endless amount of encouragement, support, and love. They instilled a sense of self worth in me that I had long ago lost. Everyone at OPC made me feel I was worth caring for and worth fighting for. While it was no easy task to say goodbye, I feel okay about it. My time at OPC ended on good terms and it will always hold a special place in my heart.
Now, having said goodbye to Miami, I am back in Austin. It’s a strange sensation to be back in an old environment but adapting to an entirely new way of living.
I’m going to be honest, it’s hard.
But this is where it’s different: Even though it’s hard, I haven’t given up. I’m working at it, trying to stay on track, and when I fall off, I get right back on board.
I am happy to be home with friends and family, but I miss the constant support of OPC. Stepping back into the real world from a residential setting is a jolt. I’m managing, though. I am giving it my all and learning everyday. The challenge hasn’t led me astray, and I’m fighting.
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