It’s been a very long time since we’ve had the chance to talk. So much has happened since September. I will try to fill you end without writing a novel in the process.
Well first of all, I was homeless. Less of the “couch bouncing” homeless and more of the flat out “sleeping on the streets, in tents” type of homeless. It was quite the experience. Let me tell you. Most people would assume that the homeless only had to worry about the elements. This is sadly untrue. A lot of people would also assume that most of the homeless are homeless through pure fault of themselves, or that they were all addicts who lost everything due to addiction and live that way to stay in their addiction. This is again false.
Most of the homeless are a very caring group of people. It’s like a family. They may have nothing, but if you’re in need, they will break their nothing in half and give it to you. Of course there are little spats now and then but at the end of the day, they are family. However, with everything else in the world, there is a dark side. Being homeless can be like, being on an episode of “The Walking Dead”. As dangerous as everything else is, the other people are the most dangerous. In the end, it’s survival on it’s most basic and instinctual level. Some are cruel, conniving, angry, hateful people who will do anything to get a head. Sometimes not even to get ahead, just for the sake of doing it.
So, there was that.
Then, my father couldn’t take it anymore and asked me to move in with him and my mother. I did. It’s been a roller coaster here. My relationship hasn’t gotten any better. If at all possible, it’s gotten worse, along with the majority of my other family. So, that has been wonderful. (My father has made a few other appearances in blogs —–> Dad’s feature Blog . He’s a reoccurring character. )
But the most amazing thing happened. I got a chance to write. I’m in therapy and I have medication with a pretty solid diagnosis. But I got to write. I’ve gotten a chance to pull out a little piece of me, stitch it together, and offer it up for people to view. It is absolutely terrifying but, if I didn’t do it now it was never going to get done. There is no “Perfect Time”. Not to publish a book. Not to get married. And definitely not to have a kid. Just dive in head first and make sure you look good doing it.
Oh, and I started school. Yes, you are reading from an author/soon to by psychologist. So I will get back on a schedule with posting here. I’m also going to be redesigning the entire blog so that should be nice. So much is going on and so much more is going to happen.
Ever wish time would just stop for a second, just a chance to catch to catch your breath? Me too. Unfortunately, I think this may be my only chance for a while,
Until we meet again stones,
Make a real connection with someone
Change someone’s life for the better
Forgive to heal your soul
Watch the world implode with a drink and a friend
Bleed and Exist,