As I take Luna on her morning walk I think about the many ways in which I belong.
For starters, I belong in my family, somewhat. There has been a tension between me and my mom since the day I was born.
But that’s ok because I belong in my apartment building.
By belonging I mean that a person is recognizable within a crowd. If they don’t know your name they know your face.
I belong in the neighborhood with the other dog walkers. Dog people will wave a friendly hello to each other.
I belong at my IOP program and also at the local drop-in center.
Soon I hope to belong to a church.
Maybe frequent the counter of the local diner for morning coffee.
As I continue to adjust to living as a single I find that belonging to a number of different groups helps me to thrive and survive.
Inclusion feels nice is what I’m trying to say.
Bipolar: A Way Of Life 
Ashley beat me to the comment section with my comment!😂I’m glad you’re finding a sense of belonging and your dog is adorable.🥰Thank you for sharing.✨
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Thank you for stopping by Amber. Your input is always appreciated 😊 💕
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And you also belong here on WordPress in the blogging community.
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Thank you Ashley! You are a dear! I love the connections I’ve managed to make. I feel lucky and also feel close to the people 😊 💕
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