Rehab is no joke, especially if you happen to be a celebrity’s son grown in the lap of luxury.
Those inmates I consider below my dignity to interact with, have seen me crying – defenceless, helpless – not the prince I’m supposed to be.
They say I’ll overcome the blues one day, and go back to the castle. But the depth, darkness, lashing sounds of waves are scary. I don’t fancy this deep-dive in life under water.
I guess I need to be grateful for ropes thrown at me – by the right people at the right time. May God bless them!