Day number 2 of sleeping in the park.
I’m starting to regret turning down the offer of a sleeping bag from a local ministry. At the time of the offer it was 107 degrees outside and the idea of a sleeping bag seemed absurd. 115 more words
6 hours, 2 minutes
I sat there under my trees in the park, two bottles of Seroquel and a 24 ounce beer in front of me.
I couldn’t do it. 78 more words
11 hours, 1 minute
I was sitting in the park enjoying the shade and the gentle breeze when I decided to inventory the medication in my backpack:
Bupropion XL 300mg-60… 22 more words
18 hours, 48 minutes
Yesterday’s got nothing for me…
I know they don’t. I wish they did or evaporate altogether. But they don’t. It’s just wasted time and hurtful memories. 93 more words
21 hours, 54 minutes
I finished up the page I started the other day.
I’ve been going through a free workshop by Carolyn Dube called Use Your Words… 47 more words
1 day, 3 hours
Going down another pant size, making money, upcoming camping trips, veggie omelettes and amazing smelling bath wash.
What do YOU love today?
1 day, 5 hours
Spent the night sleeping on a picnic table in a park. I am cold, sore, and very tired. I can’t believe that my mental illness and addiction has led me to this. 40 more words