A Great Question. Maybe.

My medication management provider, a psychiatric nurse practitioner, just asked me a question. She does not know what made her think of it.

The question?

If Wolf and I were not together, would each of us be living in the truck, or, would we be elsewhere?

Whoa. Wow. Hm. Um.

Wolf, possibly. Probably, couch surfing also. He and I talked about the question.

As for me, the truth is, Diary, I likely would have ended up in an institution. A psychiatric hospital or institution. From there, I have no idea.

Somehow, this question bothers me. Or, for a yet identified reason, it bothers me.

I will ponder this. Eventually, something will arise.

Here is what I do know.

  • She did not ask with malice.
  • We have spoken about codependency, and ours (Wolf and I).
  • She was honest, she did not know what made her think of it.

What if ….

we are not sure of her meaning? Is she referring to – if we had broken up since becoming homeless/homeseeking? Or, is she referring to if we had not made it to homelessness? Or …?

Oh, well. Two weeks before I speak to her again. (Usually it is only once a month; however, we added a medication to help me quit smoking, so back to every two weeks for a bit.)

This will annoy me until then. I can feel it.

How long? How much? Good questions. I’ll see….. -Rusty

Published by Rusty

I write about my mental health, domestic abuse (in the form of emotional abuse via gaslighting) to advocate and empower others. My shame has held me hostage for too long, as have my abusers and mental health. I am enough. I matter. I am a survivor and a warrior in ways the average person, thankfully, cannot understand.

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