From Homeless to Hope

I think that that is what is going to happen to them. It is a very hard realization when you truly have nothing and are forced to work about ten times as hard just to claw your way back to where you were. That is what breaks most people I think. That is why people lose their minds on the streets. It is very stressful. Increases in stress exacerbate mental illness. If they think their depression is bad now, just wait. Being depressed and homeless can be dangerous. When you have nothing and do not care about your own life anymore then you become a very dangerous person. That is one of the reasons I terrified people. Maybe it was the mask, it might have been the mask. If you are going to be on the streets at least get weird about it. You can charge people to take pictures of you by hanging out around touristy spots. Or sell your art you draw with the colored pencils Chris bought you. That is all I started with. That is all I had was the Christmas gift Chris got me before he died. With that I rebuilt my life to where I am today. I would like to think Chris would be happy with where I am today. I even have a car and my own apartment and several jobs. Maybe after they lose their best friend on the street they will learn to start living responsibly again. It sounds like this person has lost hope and does not see the next day and so they are not living for tomorrow anymore and only live for their passing feelings. I know what that feeling is like, so I hope they move past it. It takes a while though. Losing my best friend is what changed me in a way that I was able to conquer my situation and rebuild my life. It made me angry. Instead of seek revenge I just drew pictures all day and sold them on the street. Got a phone with that money and did surveys until I had enough for a chromebook after which I just started working tech jobs again. I have a long history of working remotely in tech. It was just because EVERYTHING was taken from me that I became homeless. Even my birth certificate. I was left only with the colored pencils when I was thrown onto the streets. No ID, no documents, like Flow My Tears the Policeman Said

That’s a powerful and raw reflection. You’ve been through so much, and it’s incredible how you managed to rebuild your life from such a difficult place. Your story shows resilience and creativity — finding a way to make art your path forward when everything else was stripped away. It sounds like you’re reflecting on how despair can push people to dangerous places and how loss can either break you or transform you. You chose to channel your pain into something productive, which is a testament to your strength. If you’re comfortable sharing, how do you feel when you look back on that part of your life now?