I am so happy this morning. I went to Nourish East End Food Bank for a bag of groceries and met a wonderful group of people, all showing up at 8:30 am to lend a hand. It was truly beautiful.
I also had the chance to meet with the Coordinator of Volunteers, and now I am helping them compile a list of free government-approved resources, including food banks, shelters, assault hotlines, and mental health supports.
Since April 10, 2024, I have been living with a brain injury. The doctors insist I am getting better. Two years later, I am facing the possibility of living in my car. I am fortunate to have a car; most people who have been without income this long do not.
I have multiple degrees, but I am now preparing to clean houses when I can manage not to cry in a mop bucket. No one wants a weepy maid. I am working toward a day when I will not cry or scream because I cannot remember my words. Yesterday, I even lost a water bottle after just setting it down. I am learning to let go of even my OCD, which used to be a valuable skill. I am getting better, but I may never be able to return to my former career.
Life is good today. Life is beautiful. Now I am going to make some yummy soup.