When you’re trying to fight off homelessness in Orlando, it doesn’t even feel like you’re in the same town. Sadly, this isn’t the first time I’ve struggled during this housing crisis, and the environment for recovery here is so hostile that I’ve never felt further away from the community I grew up in, even though I’m a short drive away from the old neighborhood.
This experience is something like climbing out of a dark pit. There aren’t any handles to grip on to and this pit is in the middle of nowhere. It doesn’t matter how loud you shout because no one will hear you.
And there are thousands of other pits around you with people going through the same thing.
If that doesn’t make any sense to you, I can’t blame you. You can’t truly understand how tough this is until you’ve lived it.
And I’m fighting. I’m fighting hard. But the wheels on this process don’t let you move as you can. It drags you back. I’m strong enough to wait for the process to catch up but this isn’t the safest situation either.
Acceptance is a word thrown around me a lot. But it feels like defeat, and I can’t quit yet. Acceptance is why people never recover from where I’m at. I still believe I’m capable of turning this thing around.
If you happen to stumble across this and are struggling too, understand that you’re not going through this alone. And whether we’re going through this alone or with help, we’ll figure this out.
We have to.
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