People were yelling around my place about how I need to move. Ugh
and…
Again it dawns on me how blessed I am and how poorly I do the mental patient role. God bless my loving long suffering parents. They supported me even when I was an ungrateful burned out wretch. They supported me even when they had less than they do now.
My goodness…I’ll be 40 fairly soon
. 40?!?! What does 40 mean in the context of my life?! I’m finding that 40…well the thought of 40 as it approaches…
Means both in and of itself. 40 year old people can be homeless in prison jail state hospitals
or wealthy and anything in between. Age is no guarantee of maturity or wisdom or disability either. And…
I have no wrinkles minimal grays. I’m not ageless lol
but I’ve been blessed
by no longer being prematurely aged. Abstaining from drugs and drinking and pills
is huge but…
I suspect mercy from God is at work here. Blessings follow obedience. At the same time He knows each person’s heart of hearts. I don’t know why I look like a healthy 35 year old when many people have died from my own sort of past sins and things done to me. I dunno
it’s not moral superiority or anything I can tell you that much.
So yeah…
Some vocal people want me to move. It’s been an issue since I was 17 and driven out of the dorms. The mental health people…when they’re in a more generous mood…might say that it’s how the severely mentally ill are treated in society. I dunno
I was short prematurely aging thinning hair squeaky voice button nose…
Now I’m normal height healthy no button nose
and a normal voice and lots of hair and…????
Arrests can be expunged but people seem to magically find out about things. Funny how that works…
I dunno