I left college 6 years ago with 96 credit hours toward a BS in Psychology. I felt that degree was going to be our ticket to a better life. Then my financial aid ran out. I have not been able to finish the 6 classes I need to graduate..the dream I held so close. I am proficient in computer skills, articulate, tenacious and intelligent. None of this has equated with hope for me since I lost my job and then my chance to finish my degree.
Education, community support, and many other factors play into recovering from homelessness.
I cannot express strongly enough the impact this has had on my and my son's life. We've been separated. I wanted him to go to college. I wanted to give him all that I didn't have growing up. And for a long time, I did. But when my employer, a local window and siding company, handed down my lay off, it set into motion a chain of events that led us to where we are today.
For me, depression has set in. I no longer feel a part of the real world. Optimism is fading. Prayers go unanswered.
My story is not atypical. I have spoken to so many homeless persons in our city. Their stories vary, but the theme is the same. Good people who have somehow managed to survive. Many say they exist, but don't live. I relate to that.
I want to help them, if I ever get back to a home, job and a real life.
My time on this computer is almost up.
I hope if you have read my story, you will care more about the homeless and maybe even take steps in your own community.
And if you have read all that I have written here, I thank you for your interest. It means more than one person can imagine.
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