People talk about supported living like it’s a last resort, but for me, it was a choice — a deliberate step away from a path I knew too well. When my brother died, something inside me cracked. Grief has a way of pulling you back toward old habits, old escapes, old ways of numbing the …
This is what Edge AI stated to me today. I’m getting into writing my autobiography and poetry. To bring you up to date: I fell over twice last night, I wasn’t drunk, it was early in the morning and I think it was hypotension. Stress, this supported living situation isn’t working out well. My brother …
I went to the storage unit and actually got to sit in the front of my support workers car. We brought some rattan shelves back from the storage unit. There’s a drum and a tuning fork. I might learn how to use the drum. It will take my mind off of serious matters. I’m sad …