Ugh
5 days ago the roomate decided to get drunk, stay drunk

Me: clean again 90+ days

We got in a scuffle
He pushed
I fell awkwardly
Left foot messed up

Getting to the dr not as easy as it sounds
But I think I have the energy and clear head now

It's like I'm in a trauma bubble

Violence is not my thing
Hard for me to "commit" even when attacked
I fear letting the rage loose

Wound up in fetal position after the fall begging God to help us
Felt so whimpy

I'm just trying to hang on until the flip
Or until the RV
Feel like I'm in a deeper lonelier state of hell

I wonder how many other of WeThePeople feel trapped within a trap within a trap?
I'm not the only one

Wish I had a Truther roomie
But just a safe place for me and my dogs

God bless all WeThePeople