Trying to be content in a place like this seems impossible,
but it’s so weird because when I’m not in this place,
seems like I’m not content until I find an excuse to make my way back.
How easily forgotten is all the anxiety and frustration,
the loneliness, the abandonment felt from “friends.”
I can no longer play victim and succumb to my addiction or institutionalized mind -
I need a transformation.
I need to be who I am right now when I leave this place.
Being content, no matter the circumstance, knowing God is my comfort
and strength, my guiding force, the one who has called me to be
something other than a representation of this place.