I had to go to the Warehouse and buy a new corded mouse with my MHP. She seems to like shopping. She used a basket on a wheel. I think she likes shopping. She reminds me of my son’s grandmother. At least it’s working, now I’m trying to work out how to put page numbers…
Category: Recovery Journey
Honest reflections on healing, sobriety, and the everyday work of rebuilding my life. These posts explore the challenges, breakthroughs, and quiet victories that shape my recovery.
Today Has Been Difficult
I went to the storage unit and actually got to sit in the front of my support workers car. We brought some rattan shelves back from the storage unit. There’s a drum and a tuning fork. I might learn how to use the drum. It will take my mind off of serious matters. I’m sad…
Today is 7th July
I’ve found my purpose in life. I’m writing my memoirs which I then plan on writing an autobiography as a means to an ends. My book will be online soon and available through Amazon as soon as I can arrange it. This is just a short blog to let you know I’m working diligently on…
I Miss My Sons
I had my youngest son in May 1999 I love my sons. I wish he was here. I didn’t mean to hurt him. He’s forgiven me. He came to the hospital unit and gave me a hug. My autobiography will go into further details regarding ongoing events. That’s all I want. I want to see…
Today Was Interesting
The new carpet was laid today and they stuck the edges of the lino together. Lazy workers. My MHP took me to see the Michael Jackson movie. It was a strange experience. I got to my storage container. I spoke to the man that runs it first. I couldn’t find it and could only pay…