Trauma Recovery. 008

It feels nice having an upgrade to my bed. I finally have room to stretch out and none of my limbs are hanging off the bed. đŸ„č Went from a twin to a queen size bed.

Like my arms and feet actually are still within the bed. No more awkwardly trying to stay put in a small space.

Having felt this happy since I had that false sense of hope, when I went from sleeping upder the stairs to having a room again, which had a queen sized bed. Of course the false hope didn’t last long because I ended up sleeping on the couch and floor more than my actual “new room”.

But this time it’s not fake. This time I have my own place that can’t easily be taken away from me. As long as I pay rent, which is a reasonable price to pay for security. And I have a bed that doesn’t come with conditions, that I will truly get to sleep in and enjoy.

So happy right now. Especially since the mattress came a few days earlier than expected. Which lined up perfectly with my birthday. â˜ș

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