Normalcy

My son told me his coach was making fun of the homeless when they went and volunteered as a team at the food bank. What kind of person does that? Someone like our president? Damn! What is wrong with our world? Why is that acceptable behavior? If only kindness was a profitable commodity.

And still I continue to believe I am less than because I don’t have money. At my son’s basketball game tonight I bumped the guy in front of me and I guess the way I said I was sorry was a bit excessive because he turned around and said, “you didn’t hurt me.” And it made me wonder just how broken I really am. And how do I ever get to the point where I react normally to situations. Is it the abusive relationships? Is it the bipolar? Shyness? Depression? A combination? And how do I recover?

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