Old Memories

Memories can be tough when they come back into the front page of the day. Yesterday evening, I was at a stop location for a homeless van to get some free batteries for a few flash lights I have. I had inside information that they would be there, so I sat and waited. The 90 minutes or so I waited became emotionally painful. It became very clear that I was homeless and I was alone. I felt like I was 21 all over again. See, thats the first time I was homeless with the help from my family. I was thrown out because I couldn't hold down a job, because of my dyslexia. I ended up in a homeless shelter and no help from my family. Its like they washed their hands of me back than. This time, I have a car, a mix of job skills, bad feet, Dyslexia (no customer service) and again no help from my family. Here I am trying to learn to love myself for the first time and my family are so good at treating me like I'm stupid (like always) that i am once again treading water in depression. This time I'm working with a special group that is helping me find work that is better suited for me. Needless to say, last night was rough. So, the lesson here is, you can't give up on your kids no matter what.