I am living with a Counsellor.  She has no relevance in terms of Counselling on my life.  It's just coincidence.

I walked in the door and I heard a conversation, "when he first got here, he was suicidal and he didn't know what he was going to do and yada yada".  I thought to myself?  Is she talking about me? I was not suicidal when I came in here.  Event's kept tripping me, some of the crap in this house included, and then I broke down for a week while I was sick with some bug I caught from another tenant.

I thought about it then because I turned down full time work at $55/hr. An easy job for three months or so.  I actually was offered $60/hr but I downplayed my hand during negotiations, giving some back. I just couldn't meet the needs, given my exact situation at the time.

Another time, I made an offhand comment to a Fraser Health Worker, the one I was told I "must" see.  I ended the conversation with I may as kill myself rather than do that (Collect Welfare).  He phoned the RCMP, because he has to cover his ass (priorities right?), then as calm and normal as the conversation was, the RCMP had to cover their ass and put me in the hospital and down the line it goes... wasting someone's energy.

Luckily, I had a Good Officer.  After proving that he had my trust to follow his instructions, he made alternative plans with whom I assume was the MHL (the one I asked not to have to deal with).  They made arrangements with TCMH.  I followed through with my word and phoned TCMH. TCMH did not follow through with what I understood was theirs.  I side with the RCMP on this one.  That  Officer never lied to me.

The very first contact, the very first Fraser Health Worker, as soon as I was off the phone with him, I needed to be looking for work...  just talking to him left my entire day wasted.  Then someone living here overheard the conversation with the RCMP (read Crazy Lady), that prompted a conversation with the Counselor.. and holy fuck.  Luckily, she handled it right for me in the end.  Her and I agree on somethings in life, not just this conversation but others too.

I think I became suicidal for a day after all of that, or perhaps a few days as everyone now knew the details of my business. That is something which only complicates things further and then of course the Crazy Lady began badgering me MORE.  I would be far better off to live in a CAVE. A place like the Air-Sea-Land Rescue Personel's place that Mark BERLADYN had ensured I was denied.  Denied Safe Harbour.

[caption id="attachment_39078" align="aligncenter" width="700"] Love Letters from a Crazy Lady - I think I pissed her off when I told her to shove her notes up her ass. There is nothing like someone you owe nothing to, paying attention to when you might come into a little of money while barely surviving.[/caption]

Anyways, stalling while walking in the door just now, I heard the conversation go on, "his wife spent too much money and yada yada".  So I will assume the conversation is not about me.  It better not be, because I do not like someone describing my situation when their priorities are themselves. Often this is the case with people I find.

On another note, quiet today. Thank you. No phone calls, mind you haven't really been watching the telephone.  I never know what the "System" is doing when I post so openly.  Trying to Control me is the worst thing it could be doing as I am trying to clear my plate and the System just dumps on it. Even this post was a waste of time and energy.