Homeless Shelter - Reality

The shelter we stayed at used to be an in patient treatment center for drugs and alcohol. there were 6 rooms for famlies to sleep in. there were single moms there, moms and dads with children, and I am sure there could be single dads with children.. 

 Each family had their own room to sleep in. there were 4 full bathrooms, and 2 with just sinks and toilets.. 


Rooms 2 and 3 shared a bathroom, as well as room 4 and 5. rooms 1 and 6 had their own bathroom..

Every night each family had a chore to do. the chore list would rotate every night, so you kinda got used to what you had to do each night of the week. Some people didnt do theirs properly, and it was frustrating.

One single mom had 2 little boys that would cry, and cry loudly every morning. making you feel bad for her. all of us there got along great, and we were like one big family.

Gosh, every day is such a struggle for me!

Gosh, every day is such a struggle for me! 


The depression stinks, and playing the waiting game doesnt help at all cause I don't wait very well.. being homeless doesnt help with the depression.. kinda gets my anxiety going till i have an attack... just breathe! slowly breathe in... slowly exhale...

Homelessness knows no ethnic background, social status or anything like that.. we all say " it won't happen to me " well guess what? it did... how does it make me feel? like im not good enough.. like im a bad mom.. like like like like like... yes, the devil just loves when I doubt myself, and have fear.. well get behind me satan!!


God has gotten me through ALL of this.. without Him, im nothing. WITH Him I can do all! 




I get tired... physically, and then my anxiety spikes and I have trouble breathing...this new chapter in my life has really worn me down... 


Need to make more phone calls tomorrow... maybe eat healthy tomorrow.. lol theres always hope, right! will write more later..