I had to go to the Warehouse and buy a new corded mouse with my MHP. She seems to like shopping. She used a basket on a wheel. I think she likes shopping. She reminds me of my son’s grandmother. At least it’s working, now I’m trying to work out how to put page numbers …

I’ve been in residential housing for a month now, and it’s been a strange mix of silence, routine, and learning how to hold onto myself in a place that doesn’t quite fit me. I’m writing again — poetry, reflections, little pieces of truth — because it’s the one thing that still feels like freedom.  I’m …