Trauma Healing

I’ve been sick, for a few days now. The doctor says it’s the flu and gave me a prescription to make it go away faster, but it hasn’t. I’m on day four (4) of the medication and I still don’t feel great. It’s disappointing because I’m missing work, and that bothers me.

Other than that:

Dear God, I pray for peace. Peace in this world. Peace for my family. Peace for my friends. Peace for my enemies. And peace for myself. In Jesus holy name, I pray. Amen.

People may be wondering how I’m doing in my new place. I can’t complain, so far so good. I’ve got my brother staying with me until the 1st. At least he says that’s when they’re leaving. Time will tell.

I love my apartment. And just the feeling of independence. I’m secretly glad my brother is staying for a couple weeks. That gives me time to establish my boundaries with the world.

I did make the mistake of telling a male friend I was moving. Just one. Of course, I received a message from him asking me about it, but I haven’t answered back. I know him all too well. I’m guessing he’s only looking for one thing, and he’s probably not even clean. I don’t trust him.

I know what meth does to people. I know they’ll lie and cheat. I’ve seen this first hand. I’ve done it. Meth makes you really….. aroused. And it’s like an itch you cannot fix. That’s why I don’t want to meet this friend. I don’t know how long he’s been clean, or if he even has been clean. But I can’t keep up with that kind of business and I want nothing to do with that crap. So I’m going to continue to ignore him, until I feel the time is right. Which will be, most likely, never.

One thing is true, I’m certainly not lonely. I’ve got my brother staying here for a couple of weeks. Maybe more. We will see what happens on the first of the month.

At least he’s good at keeping the floor clean. He dusts it and washes it every day. Can’t complain about that.

And so far, even though I’m not feeling well, I’m pretty satisfied with my day.