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Lindsay Lohan Chooses Rehab

9/26/2010 5:00 PM PDT BY TMZ STAFF

TMZ has learned Lindsay Lohan is about to re-enter rehab ... and it's her decision.

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Sources with direct and specific knowledge of the situation tell TMZ Lindsay will enter a live-in facility outside of Los Angeles within days. Lindsay is now agonizingly aware she has an addiction problem and also acknowledges the reality -- addicts often backslide before they get better.

We're told Lindsay is telling people she doesn't want this type of life anymore. She says she wants to get better and wants to do whatever it takes at this point ... irrespective of what Judge Elden Fox does to her.


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76.

Ernie    

Jail is a piece of cake. Working on your life in a long-term program is much harder. Jail you just sit there and basically do zero. Not a good residential program. Let's pray she gets into one that works and not just another "Malibu" type that helps no one but their bank accounts.

1385 days ago
77.

Ernie    

Faith-based... Lindsay ..... FAITH-BASED. Forget the secular nonsense ... you already did four stints in those .. .and look where it got you. Forgetabout. Go FAITH-BASED.

1385 days ago
78.

knickfan212    

If she really was tired of living that life and being addicted she would have told them not to release her from rehab because she's not ready. I think her mom needs rehab too.... Everyone knew she needed to stay in jail and rehab for her own good. Everyone except the experts.

1385 days ago
79.

darkrage6    

Good for her, and I don't think she's trying to bulls*** anybody by doing this, I think she's genuinely sincere about wanting to get clean, but even if she does manage to get through rehab, she'll still have to deal with the temptations of illegal substances after she gets out, hopefully she'll be able to overcome her addiction and get her life back on track.

1385 days ago
80.

Tard    

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1385 days ago
81.

Tard    

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To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; no more; and, by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have, than fly to others that we know not of? Thus consience doth make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

1385 days ago
82.

Grandma Cracker    

Hey haters...you are on this girls ass for not going to treatment, now some are on her ass for making the decision to go? So what if she's just going to impress the judge...at least she is going. Good luck Miss Lindsay. Learn a lot and find your peace.

1385 days ago
83.

Tard    

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1385 days ago
84.

Tard    

To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; no more; and, by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have, than fly to others that we know not of? Thus consience doth make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; no more; and, by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have, than fly to others that we know not of? Thus consience doth make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

1385 days ago
85.

CK    

"Lindsay has to want the help, not do it for the judge. Until then...I still predict Dead by 26."

26? Really?

No give her at least 26 1/2...

1385 days ago
86.

Mikey    

Its obvious she's a psychopath. This is a know condition of lesbianism.

1385 days ago
87.

Tard    

#95 you are so ffffing retarded I cannot even believe you said that!!!!!!!!

1385 days ago
88.

tiffany     

Lindsay Lohan 24, is all over the news because she's a celebrity drug addict. While Joseph Allen 24, Brett Linley 29, Matthew Weikert 29, Justus Bartlett 27, Dave Santos 21, Chase Stanley 21, Jesse Reed 26, Matthew Johnson 21, Zachary Fisher 24, Brandon King 23, Christopher Goeke 23, and Sheldon Tate 27, are all US Service members that gave their lives for our country this week. They received little or no media coverage. Please honor THEM by reposting...

1385 days ago
89.

Mikey    

Its genetic. Here mom is a psychopath, her father's a drug addict and her sister is weird looking. No wonder she's mental. She's lucky she doesn't have an extra arm growing out the side of her head.

1385 days ago
90.

Seriously?    

REHABS ARE A SCAM.

THEY TEACH PEOPLE THEY ARE POWERLESS OVER THEIR ADDICTION. WHICH JUST GIVES ADDICTS AN EXCUSE TO RELAPSE...BECAUSE THEY'VE BEEN TOLD THEY HAVE NO POWER OVER IT. IT KEEPS REHABS HAVING REPEAT CUSTOMERS.

WHEN IN FACT, THE ADDICT IS THE ONLY ONE WITH THE POWER OVER THE ADDICTION. THEY HAVE TO CHOOSE NOT TO BE A JUNKIE. THEY HAVE TO TAKE POWER OVER THEIR OWN LIVES, AND REHAB TEACHES THEM THE OPPOSITE. REHAB TEACHES THEM TO BLAME A DISEASE. REHAB TEACHES THEM TO BE A VICTIM.

ANYTHING ELSE WITH AN 85% FAILURE RATE, WOULDN'T BE ALLOWED TO EVEN EXIST AS A BUSINESS. BUT REHABS CAN CHARGE PEOPLE $30K A MONTH, WITH ZERO EFFECTIVENESS AND STILL OPERATE, SCAMMING PEOPLE.

1385 days ago
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