Today I took yet another lady to the doctor and then to get a prescription filled. She's becoming a regular client for me, but I'm not sure if she remembers that she's ever seen me specifically before each time I pick her up. I'm just a nice lady who shows up to help. That should go on my business card. It's accurate
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I know, the stories all take on a similarity after awhile. Not just for us, but for everyone, I think.
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My own stories have centered around relationship despite my best efforts to form a more independent thread.
I also seem to dwell in seeing both sides of a situation in a way that keeps me stuck in the middle--or limbo as I've called it in the past.
I miss the pink floors. And it is amazing to me how little the tone of my life has changed.
Hugs,
M
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You mean your life remains rosy pink like those carpets?
In a way I feel like I started a new life when I got out of Helen Vine (and I must apologize for sounding like I'm paying lip service to hackneyed recovery speak). I have felt like an alien walking around pretending to be human for the past year and a half. I'm starting to get acclimated I think.
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