This reflects some aspects of the environment I need to nurture me as I go down Memory Lane on a daily basis. That versus sitting behind my PC 5 feet from my bed, looking at the bathroom sink and 5 feet from the toilet. How discordant and opposite to any environment I have ever lived in. I once lived in a 5 bedroom, 3 bathroom home. The entrance was a big as my total space today. It really feels like a prison cell. IT IS!!! Especially for someone who always had a home (size was of little concern as long as it was cozy) and a garden and freedom of movement. Is it any wonder I developed PTSD on top of all I had gone through before I moved in here? I think not!
~ Tutte ~
