The Problem with Energy

Being an energy user, if given the right support, can become just an every day thing in your life. You use it, you feel it, you read it, you absorb it, it's all like breathing after a while. The downside to being an energy user is that you leave trails of it behind and you need a foundation for it to feel right. For me, my energy base is my room. Something that belongs wholly to me with various items infused with energy to give me a boost when I'm feeling low.  To walk into it is to become calm, but recharged. My bed always has to go one place, mirrors have to go another, my dressers, tv, closet, bookshelf. Everything has to go into a specific place in order for me to feel the best flow of energy in a room. 

It's no wonder I'm territorial as the inner tigress that I am. It's not just a room and my stuff, but my own energy I'm pouring into it, expecting it not to be disturbed or messed with. The problem with living with others who don't believe in energy work or who refuse to acknowledge it and learn to practice it properly, is they trample all over those lines in your absence and even though you can feel it across the country, there's nothing you can do to keep it there when every essence of you is slowly and meticulously erased from a room. 

I suppose it's expected. Move out, and other people will move in, but what I don't like is people who tell me my energy and stuff will be as I left it when I come back, until I'm ready to lessen those bonds, then I ask what are they doing and they're like changing your entire room. Oh yes and that room won't be yours anymore. We're moving you elsewhere, if you'll have a room at all. They think it's just a room, but it's not just a room. It's the foundation of my energy until I can find a new place to set up and charge. However, it's impossible to stress the importance of the destruction of such a thing to people who don't understand or really don't care. They can't feel the eradication and broken bonds and displacement felt when you walk into a room that might as well be warded and see everything in tatters.

Then I'm supposed to act like nothing is wrong, when I feel this overwhelming suffocation, because I can't find safety anywhere in the room. Naturally the longer I stay in it, the more it will naturally be imbued with my energy and I'll feel more at ease, but I feel like if you say I'm welcome there and not to move my stuff out, make sure you mean it. Don't wait three months and suddenly out of the three rooms in the apartment, one to each person, one person gets two rooms, the other gets mine and I'm left in limbo. Not to mention the two rooms are identical, one not used and one mine. Why take my room when there's one that remains unused for months on end? 

I know of course the answer is to get my own place, which I'm working diligently toward, but until then, it'd be nice if I could believe people when they say they will leave my wards alone. It's exhausting getting a room to feel just right, so I go in and breathe a sigh of relief. Instead now I'll go back and just feel frustration, rage, and hopeless. Going to be a rough two years. :S