Old Joke, And Sadly, True
Last night I was feeling kind of down. Quiet. Not exactly with it, not energetic, just plain blah. As the evening went on I got off the computer, turned on the television and was not amused. I was uncomfortable in my own skin. I felt that vague sense of unhappiness and discomfort. I was disquieted.
But this morning I have been thinking about how very far I have come in my healing as compared to only six months ago, when I exited the PHP program and began to live with purpose again. I thought about how lucky I was to have had that remarkable assistance when I needed it most, and how the folks that intervened to get me that help were a godsend.
And my thoughts turned to all the other people who don’t understand what’s happening to them. Those people who can’t escape…
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