Every year during the first week of January, I have a really bad day. It’s the day that I have to have my driver’s license renewed. To most people that’s no big deal. To me it’s just another day when people are going to judge me and look at me like I am scum. Just another day where I sit in my car and cry. Just another day when I regret ever taking those damn pills. Just another day when I want to yell “YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”. Just another day when I feel absolutely alone.
I got it over with first thing this morning and this year I lucked out. The lady at the tag office was so nice. No look of judgement on her face. No look of hate or disgust. I thanked her. I wanted to hug her, but that wouldn’t be a good idea considering I am already labeled a “violent offender”.
I am okay. I have to be.