Theoretically, as a close relative would say, I am living in three different locations at this place and time. Emotionally, I feel like "silly putty" being pulled in all directions.
Eight tenths out of the old apartment, one tenth in storage, and one tenth in with "The Relative" I can't mention. He has his father's patience. I'm not sure I could put up with me, especially right now.
So many regrets I can't list them all, but a few are:
. Could I have done anything else? One person I thought was a friend is believing lies told about me. I don't have Wiener with me, at this time. I've wasted so much time in doing "busy" things. Where do I go from here?
Who am I? Identity has always been important with me. Right now, I don't really have any. I'm just me. And, I guess when it comes right down to it, that's all I've ever had.
1 comment:
I hope you look for comments in your blog.
I have been there.
Some of what you are feeling is called grieving, being in transition.
God still loves you and will carry you this rough place.
We love you too.
You are courageous, but courageous and faith aren't always fun or comfortable.
We'll be in pray for your peace.
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