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I met a person on another message board that I belong too. Just today he admitted that he was homeless and checks his emails at coffee shops.
He made a mistake somewhere in his life and was in prison for awhile. Now he lives on the streets. He has a son that lives in another city, but feels hopeless that he will ever be able to take care of his child or himself.
Why is the world the way it is? Do people deserve to be homeless? Is it something they have done that caused their situation and do they ever get to recover from mistakes made in the past.
I don't even know this man, but my heart aches for the homeless and hopeless.
I keep saying what is this world coming to? It seems like lately, we are all just a paycheck away from being homeless ourselves.
God bless him.
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I've been having trouble sleeping lately. That might be a sign that mania might be brewing in my skull. I have been taking sleep aids, but they are worthless. My body is so use to meds, some over the counter stuff doesn't do the job.
I'm off work today, hoping to write, hoping for inspiration. I have to finish this screenplay/story. It's my only hope for a financial future. I just have to stop censoring myself. I'm afriad my family will read my book and think some of it is about them.
I've been hoping to move from our present house because we can't afford to heat it, but my credit report is so bad I'm having trouble getting into another house even though I have been the perfect renter in my current home. The financial world is falling apart and I'm feeling it too.
I hope I don't start my darkness from lack of sleep.
Have you ever been in love with someone you know you can't have, but you keep them in your heart anyway?
For 14 years I have loved a man who doesn't know I'm alive. Yesterday he had his second child with a wonderful woman. I'm happy for him. But I'm sad, it makes me think of how my life with bipolar wasn't what I expected when I was a girl dreaming of a family.
Now I'm 45 and it's too late to have another child. As a woman it kinda feels like a don't have a purpose. To not be able to create life anymore is such an empty feeling. I don't think men can understand.
I gotta go to work with this swollen face and pretend like nothing is wrong, when all I want to do is give up on society and my dreams.
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I hear you there my friend. So been there.Why does life have to be such a struggle? Why does it seem all we do here is fight our way out of suffering every day and even though we have it better than most, it still feels like happiness eludes us at every turn and is just out of reach. But thats me feeling sorry for myself, which at least we are aware of right? Sorry you love someone who doesn't know you exist. That sucks! I feel stupid enough that there are times I actually miss my narcissistic, back stabbing, slut infested, lying, manipulating, cheating, selfish bottom dwelling asshole ex! Am I out of my mind or what? I don't miss him that much but there are times and I think I will always, always hate seeing him with my daughters kindergarten teacher. In fact, I will never like her either and I know this is awful to say, but I hope he screws her over one day like he did to me and she will know all the lies he said about me were not true. I am so immature. I wish I could evolve in my thinking and be more grown up about this but no matter how hard I pray on it, my emotions just rule. Oh well. One day we'll be dead and none of this will matter anyway! Ha, ha, ha. So whatever. Sending you a hug, wishing you a brighter tomorrow.
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hi, hun. please don't give up on your hopes & dreams, life has a habit of suddenly changing & bringing us just what we need. it's recognising it sometimes though, aint it! you are a wonderful supportive friend & i send you all my love, hugs & prayers. we're with you, hun. love, Di. xxx
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i'm with you on this one, hun. i won't be homeless, but losing my current home has brought it home to me just how vulnerable we can be. xxx
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