I feel like maybe there's a chance I see the other side of it.
I worked so hard to build stability in my life. I guess around 2015, I hit a wall and lost my head for a while. Said and did a bunch of stuff that didn't make sense. Got myself labeled a negative force in your community and whatnot.
I was trying to figure out how not to descend into real homelessness. A tent, a shed, a trailer, a traphouse. Didn't go all the way invisible. Lost a bunch of friends. Not sure about my family. It's hard to trust them.
But I've kept working. I found a friend. Maybe a new family.
I think there might be hope.
It's scary how even good news can be so stressful. I want to be the right kind of person for them.
Work. Work