Getting Happy... when you wish you were dead

Day 143 – Tuesday, 2 Apr

I got an apartment today!

It’s down the hall from my friend, Mike. So I’ll have somebody to talk to. That’s cool. And it’s a one bedroom apartment with a living room, dining room and kitchen. I don’t have anything to put in it, but it’s my apartment. That feels very good.

Squeezing the keys in my left hand... Standing in my living room... Looking at the “roof over my head,” I turn toward the door of my new apartment. I close the door. Open it, and close it again. I lock it, and unlock it. It snaps firmly into place and has a satisfying click when opened. Lock it again, then unlock and open the door. I’m getting used to the idea of it being mine.

Turning left, I walk from the dining room into the kitchen just to look at it. Coming out of the kitchen, a right turn and short walk along the hall takes me to the bathroom on the right. Another step and I’m in the living room. The door to my bedroom is at my right hand. On the left, between the living and dining rooms is a walk-in closet so big it has two doors; one in the short hallway and the other in the dining room.

It’s a small, elegant apartment in an old building. In fact, it’s upstairs from the oldest funeral home in town. I’m glad it’s a quiet building.

It has been quite a ride. My clients are gone. My marriage is over. But I have friends; people who care about me. Getting Happy...when you wish you were dead is getting written, and I hope it becomes a light for people. I feel like I’ve walked through hell and come out the other side. I’m getting happy and want to help other people do the same thing.

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