The day has come…I have decided to leave the house where I am being evicted from anyway and have moved all my earthly possessions into storage and packed my bags and I have one more night left and then I’m…gone.
Homelessness. Scary. I have a two week break booked so I’m flying out tomorrow morning to visit family and friends and blah, and when I come back to the UK I will have no home.
I am so sad. I loved my little room. It is unfortunate the situation with the landlord came to this – I will still have another court hearing to go to and the whole thing is a humongous mess that gives me so much anxiety I can hardly live….
Too much is going on at the same time. I don’t know how I’m still alive?! Ending of therapy, being bullied in my own home, being evicted, packing everything in and leaving the little security I still would have had just because I cannot take it anymore…
My ex boyfriend has really been there for me and I am so blessed to have him in my life!!
I try to stay positive and hope that flying abroad and not being in the middle of this shit will give me some peace. I just pray for peace…I try to rely more and more on God as I believe to know there is someone bigger than me out there who can turn things around for me can keep me sane…I’d go insane otherwise….
My therapist sent a lovely letter to my GP and it was cc’d to me as well. I cried. It said I had opened up to some extent but had been hesitant to go deeper into issues as I was scared of building trust, or something like that….
I am also so blessed to have this blog, this space where I can be 100% honest about how I feel. Thank you all for all the support you have shown me! I could not be this positive otherwise….I try. To live. To move on in life. Despite all the setbacks life throws in my way.
I really am a survivor!
Blessings into your life,