Real Happiness

My real happiness is my life with my dog.Gracie has been my best friend,confidant,protector and mood enhancer for the last 5+years.There was a life of "before"Gracie that was filled with unhappiness,sadness and such deep and dark depression that my world was literally,BLACK.With Gracie being apart of my life I have found the person I am and have kept my demons in check.For those of us who suffer from Depression,a dog can be the bridge back to a life of color and joy.It is a process,one I am learning every day.Nothing worth having comes easy.You must work for it.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Where do I sleep ?

When I first became homeless it was to say the least,a little frightening.I had no idea what living on the streets entailed.I knew that I needed to find a safe place to sleep,somewhere hidden and off the beaten path.There were'nt too many women in the area of town that I deceided to stay in.In the town that I live in the freeway runs right thru the middle ,it seemed to me that sleeping amoung the tree's right off of the freeway would be safe.I could become invisable in all the different bushes and trees.You could make a "cubby hole" in these bushes,and be hidden from view.I quickly got use to the constant traffic noise,I could handle anything,I felt safe.I had my own bedroll,my backpac with some clothes and my hygiene items.Most of the homeless in my area were men.And in order to let them all know that I was not to be bothered,I refused to strike up a friendship on the first several meetings,I wanted to draw that "line",that told them I was not afraid or intimidated by anyone.I think because of this tactic,the friendships I did cultivate were based on a mutual respect.I was a woman,but even though I was homeless,I did not let myself "go".Water is everywhere,and a bar of soap is only 75 cents.Most of the guys stay dirty for the pity effect.Not because they wanted to be dirty.

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