The journey to build my happy place continues. Today, I got rid of one my most hated possessions —
A filing cabinet.
See, as a disabled person I have LOTS of important paperwork including about half a decade’s worth of medical records for whenever I need to prove my disability to the US government. And papers from the US government stating that they agree that I am disabled. Its just a lot paper, ok?
The reason I hated this stupid motherfucking filing cabinet so much is because I bought it with my first peer advocate worker. Cause she thought I needed somewhere to store the paperwork. And while I was working with her she shamed me for being queer and for being a Pagan until she reduced me to tears, and told me I would burn hell forcing me to relive 20+ years of religious trauma at the hands of the church.
And that is how I learned to stop telling people I’m a Pagan.
The filing cabinet is gone now and I know not everyone believes in cleansing and stuff. But my home just feels so much happier and like its filled with newness, and its like a weight has been fucking lifted.
I feel literally so much better I could cry.
