I had planned for this place to be a safe spot, a new start, a stop in the road to recovery. Things have turned out differently. Loss, physical and mental wear, not having secure spaces of my own, being an afterthought constantly. Things are bleak as ever. I'm doing nothing in life. I'm making choices I know are bad for me, and I don't even know why. I don't give myself much longer to be honest. This will probably be my last post here, apologies for being a bother.