I got a phone call from a cherished friend within moments of posting the post about me rashly leaving and living homeless. They had gone through something similar with a stolen car and it encouraged me to think more clearly. I just feel so violated and bereft. Emotionally spent. My mental illness only complicates matters as I have these dark and negative voices telling me that it is my fault and it is what I deserve.
Things I am doing to take care of myself...
- I put a microwave meal in the microwave to cook and it should be ready soon. I haven't eaten all day.
- I am drinking diet cokes today instead of regular.
- I am trying my best to think of the positives in my life and not the negative.
- I realized that maybe I can get a ride to Vocational Rehabilitation. Where I used to live, a neighbor up the street drove a bus for that agency.
Usually, when something calamitous happens it is because of some stupid shit I did. Someone stealing my car was not my fault.