Dear Anonymous,
I have arrived on the shores of discontent. The mood is sour. Nerves frayed. Petty jealousies. Undercurrent of bristling anger and resentments. Socks. Coffee cards. Coats. Boxers. Thermal layers. Always that last one who misses out on coffee cake. Another reason for a lousy day. So and so who was hugs last week won't have a thing to do with the group today. 'All stupid.', he spits out.
Use. Addiction. Survival. Desperation. Wounds.
The conversation goes to memories of trauma growing stronger with age; triggers. It moves on to being condemned for wearing a good coat while signing.'If you have good coat why the hell are you begging?' 'Your shoes cost more than what I can afford.Get lost.'
The shoes were donated.
The coat was donated.