I apologize for us not being in the library yesterday,
but I was extremely tired. Seems I have been that way a lot lately. But I saw
my psychiatrist today and we made a plan to hopefully combat this rash of
oversleeping. For those that do not know I battle depression on a constant
basis and I’m usually pretty good at it. But lately I have been faltering a
bit. I will get through it though. I am blessed to have wonderful friends and
family that help me when I get in these funks. And I am thankful every day for
them being part of my life.
Today we look at one of those interesting times in my
life where I was scared at first as well as depressed. But it got better. I’m
sure my experience is unusual for people getting out on their own for the first
time. It was exciting getting into the
YMCA because it got me off the streets. But I was nervous that first night
walking into my room. I made my bed and crawled into it, but it took me forever
to fall asleep. I could hear every noise throughout the place it seemed like.
Every little clink and clang. Every time someone coughed or had a nightmare. Finally
I just passed out.
The next day I moved in some stuff to make it easier for
me to cope with being there and tried to just stay out of the way basically.
Soon after I managed to acquire a semi working mini fridge. It never quite
worked right for me but kept everything cold unless you tried using the freezer
part of it. It was shortly after this I met Vic and then Tim. Since then me and
Tim have had each other’s back through tons of crap. Tim was still working
crazy hours at this point so I had moved in my television and stereo and stand
and a microwave. I was basically running
the place since most of that stuff most other people couldn’t have in their
rooms.
I had it all decked out and everything and things were
fine until summer when it got scorching hot so Tim let me crash in his room
where it was cooler. I kept passing out on the bed and he would sleep on the
floor. Eventually we got into a routine of going out all night to a local
convenience store and hanging out. As well as stocking up on supplies then coming
back as the sun was coming up and sleeping most of the day away before eating
what we had brought back. Then we would start the cycle over again for the most
part.
Even after Tim had left the YMCA I would just have to
wait till he came around to see me. Since they would just send him up to my
room along with pretty much anyone else who came to see me at night. In between
going to hang with Tim at his places I would make stuff to eat and watch
television mostly as well as sleep. All in all the YMCA was a pretty cool place
to be for the most part.
Stay tuned for next week when I tell you about my first
apartment that was one crazy building. But I hope you enjoyed hearing a little
bit about my life at the YMCA. Feel free to leave comments on your first place
when you first got out on your own. For now I smell dinner calling my name.
*Tips his hat and walks out the door heading for the kitchen.*
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