The lost ones

Berkeley CA

Description

I’m working on being more honest about myself. It’s been a bumpy ride. Mostly it’s helped me. The right people make a big difference. So does time alone. Here are some truths I wouldn’t have admitted in the past: I have poor social skills I have poor relationship skills I’ve often sabotaged myself to avoid feelings I’ve driven people away with my ups and downs I struggle to show people how much I care. I’m pretty good at being an a**hole Well yay! None of this is fatal, but my list is long. My cat and I work on it together. He has good advice. I recognize that some of the people who left are permanently gone, even if I feel terrible, and even if I’m working to become a better person. That’s where grief and regret blow the door down. It’s a new day, and I feel gratitude that life has been pretty patient as I repeat the beginner course several times. In my darkest times I’ve been shown grace, love and mercy. I have a home, a bed and food (and a cat) on the table. I’ve lost some, but I’m also finding some new. Have a good day