Cold Morning, Hard Decisions
morning like I always do. Quiet out there, cold, crisp. Wonderful, serene and peaceful. I didn’t run into any of my friends. I have a roommate back home that I had to confront with her own mental illness. She is a person I’m helping. The brutal reality was she said no. And I said you have to, you have no choice, or I have to ask you to go. If you don’t address your issues, I can’t help you. She’s still in her room and has been locked in there since.
It may sound cruel, but I will ask her to leave. She can’t stay here screaming at the walls all hours of the night. We’ll see how the morning goes. It’s always tough being in those positions. She has money coming in. Her parents pay her portion of the rent. She can’t hold a job, not anymore. She once did. I’ve known her a while. But she looked heart hurt. And it’ll be hard when I have to go in and tell her this is the way it’s got to be, sweetheart. Hopefully she will come along. She’s not safe to me or to herself or anybody else. I won’t Baker act her. She’s not to that point. I’ve never done it.
That’s what I walked down the street in the cool, crisp morning air contemplating. And I was grateful to see no one sleeping on any benches or out in the open, at least as far as I could see.#ToughChoices #MorningStruggles #MorningSolitude
https://sewermeetsthesea.substack.com
