I miss home
Hi All,
I’ve always loved being home. Everything about it. Creating a pretty space, cooking, keeping things clean and orderly, relaxing in it after work and on the weekends. I miss it. Because for years now, it doesn’t feel like home.
All Mirrors and some pictures are taken down, blinds drawn that reflect the “goofy son of a bitch” he sees delusion-ally, knobs taken off gas range, furniture moved every night to try to direct to the bathroom (not 100% proof), doors to rooms locked, bedroom i can’t sleep in anymore, office i blocked off from random peeing, access to garage locked, things hidden so you can actually find them when you need them, anything that could be used in some manner unsafely gone from sight, and on and on
I miss home. Cause now it feels a bit institutional to me, confining, a borderline mental and physical trap. It’s not a place for fun and creativity and relaxation. Anyone else?