It's not sugar coating. I am not going to die on the streets in the freezing cold because someone is going to feel badly that I didn't take my destiny into my own hands. These people have absolutely NO idea what it is like to be me. A productive day is trying to figure out how to stay alive in -30 degree weather. If you want to know how that feels and you are housed properly - try standing outside for the day in -30 (without the wind chill factor) with no cell phone, not a penny to even get on a bus, no place to sit without people 'moving you on'. Trauma, on top of trauma, on top of trauma. No thanks.
And speaking of 'loved ones', in my case, they were nowhere to be found unless they were screaming at me because I wasn't 'trying hard enough'. Didn't even offer up their garages to allow me a tiny bit of shelter. Not once. They wanted their cars warm in the morning.
Perhaps loved one's time would be better spent learning about what it is really like to have PTSD and the thrills that go along with it - like no job, no money, no warm safe place to live, no food, no safe place to sleep. Oh, and wait. While living on the streets there are always the random and vicious physical attacks from others (especially in shelters). THAT has been my reality for the past 10 years. Society has been programmed to see the homeless or ill as losers, deserving of their fate, people who should be ignored and stepped over or better still spit upon.
Fix societal views before anyone bitches and complains at me that I am not trying hard enough. Given the current mandates, I absolutely believe that I should have the choice as to whether I want to live on the streets. It is a torturous existence. I don't want to be homeless, never wanted to be homeless, did everything I could possibly do to try to avoid being homeless.
And speaking of 'loved ones', in my case, they were nowhere to be found unless they were screaming at me because I wasn't 'trying hard enough'. Didn't even offer up their garages to allow me a tiny bit of shelter. Not once. They wanted their cars warm in the morning.
Perhaps loved one's time would be better spent learning about what it is really like to have PTSD and the thrills that go along with it - like no job, no money, no warm safe place to live, no food, no safe place to sleep. Oh, and wait. While living on the streets there are always the random and vicious physical attacks from others (especially in shelters). THAT has been my reality for the past 10 years. Society has been programmed to see the homeless or ill as losers, deserving of their fate, people who should be ignored and stepped over or better still spit upon.
Fix societal views before anyone bitches and complains at me that I am not trying hard enough. Given the current mandates, I absolutely believe that I should have the choice as to whether I want to live on the streets. It is a torturous existence. I don't want to be homeless, never wanted to be homeless, did everything I could possibly do to try to avoid being homeless.