As I approach the second anniversary of the incident I am careful about watching my triggers. November 1, 2014 was the absolute worst day of my life. I don’t ever want to be in that space again. I work diligently to keep that darkness at bey.
Last week when I went to complete paperwork for what should be my LAST housing application I realized I’ve come almost full circle.
I got the call and was in the office a week later. These people aren’t fucking around and I am grateful for that. This process could be completed within 30 days. By day 31, I could have keys to my own home once more.
It’s gonna be empty as shit but it will be mine.
The location I went to for this application just so happened to be behind the psych facility I entered November 2014. Almost two years after I learned how to not die I was in a place where I was gonna learn how to live.
So…..I’m headed to Baltimore for a couple days constant reader. Gonna relax and see some old friends, possibly even have a drink.