When I lived in Connecticut I was a nanny .and I babysat too.but when I was doing drugs I came to the family’s house high on methadone and it was a disaster.drugs can really make you do some crazy things.AA helped me to get off drugs,and all the s ponsers and supportive people that I met there.one time I left a meeting and was about to take pills and someone followed me into the parking lot and asked me if I asked me if I would empty out my adderall pills so I did.but I still went back to it again.
The girl in my room just gave me her sunglasses.that was really nice of her.
I just had saag paneer for dinner.that was pretty good.
One year I was renting a room in CT and there was no heat during the winter.it was very cold.right now I have heat and it feels good.
Well don’t know what else to write .supposed to go out for dinner with my sponser tommorow.I may or may not go.it depends..I have to go over my resentment list with her.I’m gonna try to stay in the moment.
So I’m rele
Happy right now.I was brave enough to take a walk with my case worker and we went into kmart.we talked about how long I’ve been here,where I worked last,which was as a housekeeper at the new york sports club and she’s like cool,that’s very upscale.that made me feel good.
I’m feeling self conscious because I feel like I’ve been staring at guys dicks when I’m walking down the street so I’ve been wearing sunglasses.it really makes me self conscious.it’ll get better though,gotta have faith.
So I’m at the shelter doing my laundry right now and it’s taking forever.I need to get a flat iron.I’m gonna try rite aid but I didn’t see one there for under 20$.My Max is 30$ otherwise I can check the beauty supply stores but I might have to go to brooklyn.
We’re lucky to be living here.
My fingers hurt,will update later.
I’ve had alot of crazy things happen to me in my past.I want to talk a little bit more about my trip to woodstock.I was dating a guy and he had some serious mental health issues and we were doing drugs together and I moved into my own rented room and I was talking to this coke dealer and he came over and we did coke and I called my aunt at 10 at night and told her I was coming up to woodstock.I packed up said goodbye to my ex bf and headed there.when I got to the hospital I met this guy and we hooked up in one of the rooms and then we got discharged and met up at a hotel and did methadone and smoked weed and I ended up back in the hospital.then I found out he overdosed.
Anyways I’m getting bored of talking about yhis.I really hope things get better in my life.I am working on becoming a peer counselor.I am mailing out my application Monday and hopefully I get accepted into the program.that would be golden.I think by that time I should be in a good place and I should be “healed”.the peer program really holds a special place in my heart.there was this peer counselor Farrell he used to call himself “for real”just to make us laugh,which we needed.but he had kind of a serious demeanor but he was realky helpful.and when I was deathly afraid of leaving the hospital he was the one who told me that I could always come back if I needed to.I forget why I was afraid of leaving.
But,here’s some interesting stuff that will probably blow your mind.some people in their twenties are living with their parents,i was renting a room from this white woman and her black husband in an urban area of staten island.the woman cooked for me,brought food to my room!,was very caring and she had a son who was always on the phone,did some wrestling business.he was nice to me.one time I met his girlfriend she was cool.sometimes we had family dinners.that was nice.they also invited me over for thanksgiving.
Ugh can’t type anymore! Continue reading My past
This new shelter thst I’m at is a mental health shelter and I’m already seeing manifestations of that,not that I’m perfect by any means.but there are people talking to themselves and such.
Even the atmosphere,i kind of feel like I’m in a mental hospital,but it also has the feel of the city,when I walk down the stairs,it reminds me of an old city building that my aunt and uncle used to live in.And there’s elevators too.which is cool.the other shelter I was on the fourth floor and there were 6 or 7 flights of stairs.it was brutal
Tonight for dinner we had chicken rice and spinach.to me,it was gross and I was gonna throw it away,then I felt eyes on me and I felt guilty so I offered the chicken to someone.I felt bad,but the chicken meat did not look edible
So I went to rite aid and got a bag of lime tostitoes and salsa and a small soda,and the cashier was very friendly and personable,he goes ,your getting THAT size soda for that huge bag of chips.it was a good point and I wanted to converse with him but I froze up in anxiety.
Anyways,when I got home I was overwhelmed with hunger.the tostitoes didn’t fill me up and I had goo much anxiety to walk to the store to get food,so I googled “guided meditation for hunger”and a Buddhist meditation came up and it said to think about how hunger feels and people that are suffering with the feeling multiple times a day and think of how we take food for granted and not to waste food anymore.so I made a vow not to waste food and miraculously my hunger went away and I felt great!