Tomorrow is going better than I thought I can almost forget how fucked I am

Kind stranger let me stay on their couch last two nights.

Friend got me a hotel room for the weekend.

My EBT card still works.

Clerk gave me a scone.

First meal outside the apartment in 5 years holy shit. 

There's an enormous pressure in my ears and my head feels like it's gonna explode and I only walked two blocks - but still.

I'm trying to make it up the street to get help with services.

I can check into the hotel at 4pm.

Keep getting a hold of legal services.

There must be some way to get my apartment back.

I feel like an idiot in some ways for not going outside earlier, and not in others.

I am disabled and I need help.

I am supposed to be protected. We should all feel protected.

Trauma causes brain damage. That's what I feel. Damaged. 

Damaged but helped by people. That's still worth writing about.