Glad to hear you are seeing a path forward. @Moose123 Sometimes it really is just step by step and a few good routines. I have lived in 2 drug capitals in this land. One when I was a kid and one when I was much younger, working and surrounded by it. I got off by taking a trip back to the “Cross”, and looking at it all hard in the eye, and remembering my innocent 9 year old self walking those streets, lol, not. lol…Oh dear, there are too many puns in my life… so many layers of irony and meaning…
love your picture with the rocks and the view…
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jeez @DownMoreThanUp I can imagine you can be a feisty devil. lol and a bit challenging. Recently, I have had more contact with the intensity of manic energy. I do wonder if you intensify your inner turmoil and wonder if you are able to be kinder and gentler to yourself. Maybe summon some of the spirit like you cared for the homeless.
My experience of mental illness was different when I was young. Schizophrenia, shame and extreme poverty. Not much spare energy or money for big verbal statements. Not many church goers have had understanding or compassion, mostly it has been awkward contempt, and I move away or be silent. I do treasure the few sporadic good moments. Always have been grateful, cos it was very blooming obvious how much worse life could be, in the places I grew up. Eg , the nuns were kind in the first orphanage when I was 6.
tbh I have difficulty with too many “God is good” statements , and tend to just be quiet and reflective. I have seen too many loved ones suffer.
I do understand the importance in having hope in God’s goodness for human beings to help navigate hard times.
I used to really love singing a hymn Come as you are, but that church was struggling with the Pell situation and forgetting who Jesus Christ was. I guess I need to take their bad behaviour as their problem. I was pushed out 10 years ago. Yes, of course, I had helped the homeless in the CBD in many ways over many years. I grieve the good things about the Catholic tradition.
I am in another denomination and place now. I now have a beautiful picture of St Francis feeding the birds on my wall. My son bought it for me from a garage sale for $10. It has a soft bronzed battered feel. Nothing new or expensive would have been better.