I’m not on a soap box nor is my mental illness is what defines me. I tried for a womans transitional house but was turned down for their program. I didn’t even bother to ask why, because I already know. It’s because I take medication for my bipolar & I possibly suspect it’s due to my disadvantaged background childhood + adulthood. Oh boy & this is supposed to be a CHRISTIAN place? Oh well I will still pray to my God but he will get an ear full let me tell you!
Life is always so damned unfair for me! Well at least I have a temporary home here out in the boonies. Except for my case manager I don’t like the rest of the people here & with good reason…..don’t trust them no really I don’t trust them. One has narcissm/control/abuse issues which she has projected onto me, while a few of the other women have some substance abuse issues….nope! Oh & the men I steer clear of altogether! Because well females we all know how men are. I suppose the rejection of getting into this wretched place is for the best it just would have meant that I would be somewhat closer to my only living relative my Mother.
Oh well, when one door closes another one opens. But Christians sure are a stuck up bunch.