The landlord that I’ve been dealing with for the apartment said he still wants $3,400 for the security deposit. I think I’m going to call and confirm with him, but I think it’s pretty set in stone. So, chances are I’ll be going to another apartment. I already reached out to a couple of them about getting a showing but haven’t heard anything back. That’s the issue I’ve been having with landlords, I reach out but nobody responds. Needless to say, it’s extremely frustrating.
Other than that, I don’t really know what to write about. I’ve been having that problem in therapy too, and I’m not sure what to talk about. I have a lot of issues to work through and stuff to talk about, I just haven’t been much in the mood for talking. It might be because my doctor has been making me jump through hoops for my anti-depressants, so I’ve been off of those for a couple of days.
To be quite frank, I’m getting tired of putting all this effort into fixing my life, and there is not any progress. If I was at least making headway, that would be reassuring but to find myself back at square one with the apartment hunt really makes me feel disheartened. It makes it really hard when you’re in recovery and trying to make the right decisions and they don’t seem to pay off.
“Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.”
-Walter Elliot
Justin, honor where you are. If you don’t feel like talking, don’t. If you don’t feel like writing, don’t.
Thank you for the support. <3