I didn't know whether I would ever write here again but I decided that I still have stuff to say and no one to tell it too but the spiders in the wall at midnight. My housing accommodation sucks right now. We just had this guy move in under a forensic order. This accommodation that I am in is transitional, which means that I have to move on in six months to a year, that all the other housemates (3) have mental illnesses and it's cheap. Our house has just been completely renovated too, so it all has fresh paint and broken things fixed.
I am in hospital. I have a lot of thinking to do. I need to decide my future because I am not coping in the house. I spent three weeks crying in my psychiatrist's office before she said okay, enough is enough.There are choices, sure, but there are too many. This is what I have so far:
1. Stay in the house, then go to four walls housing when it comes up and then finally public housing (my old place I lived in before Andy was great)
2. Do a combination of 2 weeks at my house, 2 weeks in respite and 2 weeks in hospital and then start again.
3. Move in with my Mum, but this means relocating away from my doctor/friends/city. She was willing to combine three rooms together and put in a kitchenette.
4. And then there is Andy and who knows what's going on there :-/
Emma my psychologist told me I was wasting my time doing nothing and she suggested I write all this stuff that's in my head, that's in my journals, that's in my zines and that's on this blog and to use my humour to do it. I think I might just, it's a new project.