Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Somewhere in Alameda I accepted I didn't really belong here. I accepted I didn't fit in because my "story" was too different to be taken seriously. I accepted I wasn't deserving of anything I had, not even my education, because I hadn't "worked" for it. I accepted I couldn't, or wouldn't, earn a "real" living because my education, passions and talents weren't "real." I eventually stopped trying. I became a miserable drunk without an outlet or peer support. In sharp contrast, I felt myself fit in today, with Belle crawling over a table to reach the toddler seated in his mother's arms across from us at a cafe. I felt connected all day long, from shopping the farmers market to playing with Belle at a public park. I feel like I belong right here where I am.