by MyRehab Wordpress | Jan 28, 2024 | Letters to T, Uncategorised
Dear T, The leaves have turned their edges in the garden here, reminiscent of the park we used to take our son to in Boksburg – do you recall? Those days feel like a separate life altogether because today, within the walls of this reputed rehab in Benoni, I grapple...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Jan 26, 2024 | Letters to T
Dear T, Tonight, the moon is full over the East Rand, casting silvery beams onto the undisturbed waters of the river that runs near the rehab center. I’ve found solace here in Benoni, a place where the rustling leaves speak in hushed tones of healing and the...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Jan 25, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing
Dear Bertie, As I pen this letter to you, a flurry of memories storms through my mind. The day you took your first steps, your first day at school, and the numerous times we celebrated your victories and comforted each other in defeat. Each of these incidents,...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Jan 24, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing
Dear Jessica, I find myself in a quandary, one that tugs at the fabric of my recovery, and its delicate weave is perhaps more fragile than I had anticipated upon my arrival at MyRehab in Benoni. As you are acutely aware, the journey to sobriety is tumultuous, laden...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Jan 23, 2024 | Echoes of Redemption: Unfolding Pages from Benoni's Haven of Healing
My Dearest Andrew, As I sit down to write you this letter, my heart is weighed down by the burden of my past actions, and a cauldron of emotions stirs within me—shame, sorrow, love, and an aching regret. If my words could carry the weight of my feelings, then perhaps...
by MyRehab Wordpress | Jan 22, 2024 | Letters to T
Dear T, As nighttime descends over Benoni, the guilt I’ve carried haunts the corridors of my mind, resonating with the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights above. The therapy today was arduous, diving into an episode of my past that’s seared into my...
