I_will_recover
Bronze Member
I lived a successful desirable life. Lived in an amazing major metropolis, had a good job, friends, family, pet, social calendar. It took years to get to that place through life lessons, self help and a therapist and psych. I worked for years through childhood sexual/emotional abuse and depression bad enough to need a hospital stay. After *years* I was less than 60 days away from wrapping up/closing out this therapy because I was in a great place. I envied my own 30something life... And then I was raped by a man (like a father to me) I'd known for almost 10 years and my life imploded. I'vie since lost my job, my friends (all but 1-who I have not disclosed to), my apartment, my pet passed, my T went on maternity leave two months after my assault (my psych became my T), my entire paternal family all passed away with a year (dad, granny, uncle), and I had to move back to my home state to a mother who caused years (still does) of emotional damage. So I moved in with my mother last year and lived (if you call barely getting out of bed, bathing and socializing with only one person, constantly fearful of my mother, no support system and suffering with crippling PTSD as living) as long as I could. My T & I stayed in touch but not enough to abate the upheaval and suicidal thoughts ruled every waking moment. I was desperate and T was super concerned so we (me because it was ultimately MY DECISION) decided I should come back west in a desperate attempt at salvaging my life - meaning literally saving my life from suicide. This decision was the lesser (ha!) of two evils - I came back to SF (most expensive city and lately unfriendly people) with no roof over head, no job, a PTSd disability (I've applied for disability with help from my T but with little hope) and no support system outside of my T available. This evil is keeps me safe from my mother and the miasma of despair there. Now here in SF with my belongings (clothes in a large suitcase) at an old neighbor's, my carry on phone/iPad and purse with me & a rsvp at a co-ed shelter with twice as many men as women I'm too afraid to sleep in (fights, theft, unsafe for women).
Tonight I sleep without having fully bathed in 3 days (I discreetly sink bath in the restroom) and 24+hours at the airport sleeping on chairs because it's safer than the shelters. I still look presentable (combed hair, nice clothes, overnight luggage) and like a person fully engaged in life with smiles to boot. I'll be here at the airport on this bench 4 more nights and crash on a couch for a week then??? I guess this is now my life. THIS is the lesser of my evils. I chose this. There is no more recovery here than I had before I returned. My moniker is a joke. I CHOSE this. If I return to the south than all I make is another CHOICE. But no choice leads me to recovery. My choices leave me on a path I feel leave me NO CHOICE but to destroy myself not recover.
How did I get here!?!? My life... I'm homeless. I literally cannot comprehend. Literally. The beauty of my life prior was the stuff of dreams. It really really was. Now my life is a sleeping pill induced nightmare. I'm going to take that pill now and try to get some sleep.
(I just needed to write this to get it off my shoulders). Thanks for just reading this.
Tonight I sleep without having fully bathed in 3 days (I discreetly sink bath in the restroom) and 24+hours at the airport sleeping on chairs because it's safer than the shelters. I still look presentable (combed hair, nice clothes, overnight luggage) and like a person fully engaged in life with smiles to boot. I'll be here at the airport on this bench 4 more nights and crash on a couch for a week then??? I guess this is now my life. THIS is the lesser of my evils. I chose this. There is no more recovery here than I had before I returned. My moniker is a joke. I CHOSE this. If I return to the south than all I make is another CHOICE. But no choice leads me to recovery. My choices leave me on a path I feel leave me NO CHOICE but to destroy myself not recover.
How did I get here!?!? My life... I'm homeless. I literally cannot comprehend. Literally. The beauty of my life prior was the stuff of dreams. It really really was. Now my life is a sleeping pill induced nightmare. I'm going to take that pill now and try to get some sleep.
(I just needed to write this to get it off my shoulders). Thanks for just reading this.