VaticanShotglass wrote:Thanks. I'm doing the things. I'm going through motions. Just doing anything. None of it feels good, but I just have to wait until something does. I hate living back with family. I hate that my money got wiped out. And yet I'm glad every morning when my mom calls to make sure I'm living. Talking doesn't go much further than that. I miss conversation.Yes. I miss conversations that don't center on recovery. I know I need this, but, I'm so fucking talked out right now.Just have to figure out how to not isolate myself, while still getting sufficient alone time.

Thanks. I'm doing the things. I'm going through motions. Just doing anything. None of it feels good, but I just have to wait until something does. I hate living back with family. I hate that my money got wiped out. And yet I'm glad every morning when my mom calls to make sure I'm living. Talking doesn't go much further than that. I miss conversation.

Yeah. I've yet to figure this out. I hate where I live now. I miss living in Cincinnati. Say what you will about it, it was still a city where I could go for walks, look at nice historic architecture, go to free museums, use great libraries, hit up cool record stores, and see great bands. Now I have tobacco fields and a dearth of folks who've read a book. Some people seem shock that there is actual Trump Land in America. Come on over. I'll show you. Anyway, it's shitty to blame your surroundings. I just hate starting over. It took so much to get away the first time. I can't say my living conditions are healthy. It's all very dysfunctional. If I can regain the discipline, I just secured a desk I can use to start writing again. Even that was a hard fought battle and may be temporary. I haven't slept on a real mattress in a year and a half. The little things are starting to add up.