Day Four:
There is so much gossip here. Rude quips, hard judgements, loose tongues saying anything and everything, not seeming to care who they hurt. I almost feel as if I am in high school again. I am doing myself to distance myself from it, yet without excluding myself altogether. I'm beginning to learn boundaries, whom to let in, whom to keep at a safe distance while still being polite. I'm very aware of my need to be liked, to be accepted, but I'm also learning through this process (much earlier than I expected) that not everyone has to be my best friend. That I have the choice to converse and socialize with those that will benefit both my recovery and my well-being. I have heard so many sad, heart-breaking, even horrific stories here of these womens'lives. I wish I could write all of their memories. Tomorrow I will see my son and I am chipper as a chipmunk with a mouth full of acorns (geeze, I'm a dork.)
P.s. If I have to hear the word "faggot" one more time, I'm going to scream. Where is the compassion in this world? I am seeing only ignorance.
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