I can't get out of my own way.
I have no job, no money, no health insurance, no home or family.
I'm living out of bags. Several of them.
I spend most of my time eating and sleeping, or not eating and not sleeping...or existing somewhere in a state that suggests "I'm not ok".
I want to be ok. My hosts have been so generous while I've been attempting to get on my feet. But, it's been two months since I left home with a suitcase full of my precious belongings, to escape a toxic home and family, and I'm still nowhere. I'm probably worse. But I won't go back to the hospital. I won't do anything to put me there. But I'm not doing anything else.
I made two boxes of mac and cheese today, and deigned to play with the puppy.
He says puppies make everything better.
I say... I know know. It doesn't seem that way.
I just know that this tee-shirt is too itchy to wear, I'm not making any money, and the depression is real.
How is everyone else? Good I hope?