Hey everyone. A lot of you probably don't know this about me. I am pretty much a loner. I have been an educator and a social worker my entire life. I still am. However, I've only ever had clients, I have my AA people, they keep me sober, but they do not make me feel loved.
Life has gone from idyllic to hellish in a few weeks' time. My girlfriend, who I love more than anything, had a severe switch in her Bipolar. We had gone from sipping tea and snuggling the day before to the next morning her screaming like a lunatic that I'm an abuser, a serial killer and to get out. It was my home. I had paid rent. But I was afraid she was so lost she might actually call the cops. The type of work I'm involved in, anything can be enough to get you fired.
So I left hoping that she would get better. I had to leave rural Vermont for the city. I wanted to rent a room. When I got here, I found the only thing available were trap houses. We had had plans for some time that I would be helping open a recovery center and we would use my savings to move there. Having to leave with no plan has been catastrophic.
I don't have friends. Not the right kind. Not the kind that other people seem to have. Some of my best connections with other humans has been helping folks here on the forums.
I have lost the love of my life. I do not know if I will get her back. She was the only one who ever understood me. Meanwhile, I have at least 3 weeks until my job starts. Last night was my first time sleeping outside. I am without a phone now so she couldn't call if she wanted to, which also troubles me greatly. I managed the homeless shelter here in Burlington for 2 years. I slept with some of my former clients last night and felt a sadness that I haven't felt since I was thrown in jail and made to withdraw from Heroin. Just feeling alone.
I am worried I won't be able to figure it out. Am I broken? Am I just a piece of shit? I'm not using anything other than my prescribed medications. I have wanted to drink so badly for just a moment of relief. However, a small part of me still believes I can make it. Taking a drink would end everything. I'm sitting at the library right now, using their internet. I wake up every morning surprised to be alone and back in Burlington. The city is so expensive and now, so dangerous at night. I feel like I'm being punished for everything I've ever done wrong in my life.
The temperatures are dropping. I don't know what will happen next. I've been here for such a long time. I've put my heart and soul into these forums and I'm so proud to have been a part of it. I worry that I'm heading for even harder times. I don't want to disappear without a trace or leave anyone hanging. I just feel so alone. I would do anything to feel warmth and love again. I just need to make it out of here, but I feel I'm about to be swallowed up. I feel like I've run out of tricks. Every day, harder to dig yourself out. I love all you guys and hope you have a good Thanksgiving. I do not have many to talk to. A little bit of love could be enough to keep me hanging on right now, because I'm just barely doing it.
Vermont. My rent for a 1br was 1400. Multiply that by 3 to move in. I am panicking. Is this my fault? What exactly did I do wrong? Is there a reason to not get fucked up? So sad. So fucking sad. Not using, but still essentially a fuck up by the standards of my society. Too dumb, lazy or addicted to actually make it.
Life has gone from idyllic to hellish in a few weeks' time. My girlfriend, who I love more than anything, had a severe switch in her Bipolar. We had gone from sipping tea and snuggling the day before to the next morning her screaming like a lunatic that I'm an abuser, a serial killer and to get out. It was my home. I had paid rent. But I was afraid she was so lost she might actually call the cops. The type of work I'm involved in, anything can be enough to get you fired.
So I left hoping that she would get better. I had to leave rural Vermont for the city. I wanted to rent a room. When I got here, I found the only thing available were trap houses. We had had plans for some time that I would be helping open a recovery center and we would use my savings to move there. Having to leave with no plan has been catastrophic.
I don't have friends. Not the right kind. Not the kind that other people seem to have. Some of my best connections with other humans has been helping folks here on the forums.
I have lost the love of my life. I do not know if I will get her back. She was the only one who ever understood me. Meanwhile, I have at least 3 weeks until my job starts. Last night was my first time sleeping outside. I am without a phone now so she couldn't call if she wanted to, which also troubles me greatly. I managed the homeless shelter here in Burlington for 2 years. I slept with some of my former clients last night and felt a sadness that I haven't felt since I was thrown in jail and made to withdraw from Heroin. Just feeling alone.
I am worried I won't be able to figure it out. Am I broken? Am I just a piece of shit? I'm not using anything other than my prescribed medications. I have wanted to drink so badly for just a moment of relief. However, a small part of me still believes I can make it. Taking a drink would end everything. I'm sitting at the library right now, using their internet. I wake up every morning surprised to be alone and back in Burlington. The city is so expensive and now, so dangerous at night. I feel like I'm being punished for everything I've ever done wrong in my life.
The temperatures are dropping. I don't know what will happen next. I've been here for such a long time. I've put my heart and soul into these forums and I'm so proud to have been a part of it. I worry that I'm heading for even harder times. I don't want to disappear without a trace or leave anyone hanging. I just feel so alone. I would do anything to feel warmth and love again. I just need to make it out of here, but I feel I'm about to be swallowed up. I feel like I've run out of tricks. Every day, harder to dig yourself out. I love all you guys and hope you have a good Thanksgiving. I do not have many to talk to. A little bit of love could be enough to keep me hanging on right now, because I'm just barely doing it.
Vermont. My rent for a 1br was 1400. Multiply that by 3 to move in. I am panicking. Is this my fault? What exactly did I do wrong? Is there a reason to not get fucked up? So sad. So fucking sad. Not using, but still essentially a fuck up by the standards of my society. Too dumb, lazy or addicted to actually make it.
