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LittleJem
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- Jul 3, 2019
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sleeping outside night three. Wish I had more blankets. Don't know where to wee. Saturday night more busy. OWIM. Oh woe is me. But depression still not with me so that's something…
where are you? devastated for you. No one deserves to sleep outside and I am so sorry you are in that placesleeping outside night three. Wish I had more blankets. Don't know where to wee. Saturday night more busy. OWIM. Oh woe is me. But depression still not with me so that's something…
thank you. I had a change of clothes and a wash in a coffee shop. I tried a night shelter the other week: they had just nine spots. I was number 10 and another woman number 11. It's pretty distressing how there are no spots available. I'm relatively okay on the streets - so far have felt safe here. Just a bit heartbroken about how people I loved have treated me.Sweet Jesus … is a shelter an option? I don't pretend to know about the London shelter system, but it's got to be better than pissing yourself out in the cold. Since your pants are wet I assume the cardboard you've been sitting on is wet now too?
I'm guessing you're cis female, and at least where I live, women-only shelters are the least horrific of the bunch. I doubt they'll let you in with weed, but from the sound of it, that's tomorrow night's problem. If you can get in tonight, you should at least be able to wash yourself and your clothes.
I see you're in the UK.sleeping outside night three. Wish I had more blankets. Don't know where to wee. Saturday night more busy. OWIM. Oh woe is me. But depression still not with me so that's something…
Emmaus looks good - but I have my own work I want to start so just need housing not housing with work…I see you're in the UK.
Have you considered going to an Emmaus?
My depression was really helped by LSD plus people being kind to me. It was better than years of therapy as I could actually feel the childhood grief and fear I'd never felt….I was evicted by my 'ex's family last V Day, then my family are verbally abusive but nowhere else to go, so got into some relationships just to break up depression/get drugs. One exploitative grandpa who called me 'white flesh' and more recently a crack head I met on psych ward. I did like him and he said he loved me then evicted me. Where I am on the streets is relatively kind and quiet. It would be okay if I had blankets and cushions, last night really cold. And I need a street loo!Can I ask, was you more depressed when housed and less depressed now being homeless? Like was you in toxic household or something
Why are you homeless? I'm not judging, I could end up in similar situation. I feel if I ended up homeless it would push me over the edge I'm already on the edge, my living situation is not good
I've noticed when I was struggling for survival, depression kinda got pushed to the back of my mind.But depression still not with me so that's something…