FriscoLady
09-26-2004, 05:32 AM
I have been home since March 2003, and I have to admit that I have had to struggle to make a successful return to the outside world.
After each small victory I have been able to celebrate and take pride in my accomplishment.
After each setback, I have done what we all do ex-con or not, I have tried to figure out what went wrong and went back at the problem with renewed vigor and either overcome the problem, figured a way around it, or decided that it was not worth the effort and went on to the next challenge.
I have a good job, Linda and I managed to save our home, I have been successfully paying my restitution and it will end in June of 2005. I will be on paper until 2008, but I know that I can do it and that it too shall end. And I have been trying to help others who are trying to overcome the challenges of coming home from prison - that is the most satisfying part of my return home.
So what is the problem you ask?
I did something yesterday that I thought I would never in my wildest dreams be able to do again. I know you are going to think me silly, but what I did was buy a car for my Birthday present to myself.
Linda and I need a second car both for our jobs and the fact that we have just had major problems with our original car and we don't quite trust it. We had just picked it back up from the shop Saturday.
But our "new second car" is not just any car, it is the car of my dreams, a car that I have wanted since I first rode in one in 1975.
My car is a mint condition 1975 Mercedes 450SL.
You would think that I would be happy and in a way I am. You would think that I would be saying to myself - I have made it, I have overcome prison and all the challenges that I have faced since coming home.
So why do I feel guilty about my success? I wish I knew.
Am I making any sense? Does anyone else understand what I am feeling and why?
Patti
After each small victory I have been able to celebrate and take pride in my accomplishment.
After each setback, I have done what we all do ex-con or not, I have tried to figure out what went wrong and went back at the problem with renewed vigor and either overcome the problem, figured a way around it, or decided that it was not worth the effort and went on to the next challenge.
I have a good job, Linda and I managed to save our home, I have been successfully paying my restitution and it will end in June of 2005. I will be on paper until 2008, but I know that I can do it and that it too shall end. And I have been trying to help others who are trying to overcome the challenges of coming home from prison - that is the most satisfying part of my return home.
So what is the problem you ask?
I did something yesterday that I thought I would never in my wildest dreams be able to do again. I know you are going to think me silly, but what I did was buy a car for my Birthday present to myself.
Linda and I need a second car both for our jobs and the fact that we have just had major problems with our original car and we don't quite trust it. We had just picked it back up from the shop Saturday.
But our "new second car" is not just any car, it is the car of my dreams, a car that I have wanted since I first rode in one in 1975.
My car is a mint condition 1975 Mercedes 450SL.
You would think that I would be happy and in a way I am. You would think that I would be saying to myself - I have made it, I have overcome prison and all the challenges that I have faced since coming home.
So why do I feel guilty about my success? I wish I knew.
Am I making any sense? Does anyone else understand what I am feeling and why?
Patti