Beyond occasionally dipping into this blog; I don’t write. It’s not that I just don’t want to; lately I Have nothing to say. I feel so whittled down as a person, there’s nothing creative here. The Trust’s focus and management feeds my sense of being devalued as a person. It’s only interest appears to be maintaining the status quo. I was all about advancement/recovery. Apparently, the trust is only about maintenance. I adopted Jaime because had issues. And they had already adopted her out once, but it Wasn’t a good fit, and she was returned. It was either me or the needle for her. So, in saving her, I found a small purpose.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.