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Charlie would be lying if he said he didn't go into the treatment facility with some false hopes.
He thought maybe he could be cured. Sure, things were hard at the beginning, but it was okay because he'd soon be all better.
But, as days turned to months and his bad thoughts didn't actually leave, he realized that wasn't the case. No, mental illness was still a part of him, even as he grew better at dealing with it.
And it would most likely be his forever.
