My first post on here and it’s on a somewhat uplifting note. Circumstances are under par, yes, I’m drinking shitty wheat vodka in a (near) stranger’s basement, alone, and I don’t know if things will ever be truly good again. I’m homeless, my anxiety is getting worse, money is running out. But, but, but: my head, always repeating positives. Probably leftovers from therapy, a nagging voice I tried desperately to build into my head (suggested by my psychologist, I thought it useless then but tried nonetheless) and it seems to have worked. Homeless, BUT: at least I have a place to stay tonight. There’s food in […]
