Tuesday Reflections: One Month In The Dark

It’s been a month since I came home and realized that there was no more delaying what sadly seemed inevitable. I was going to be a casualty of the housing crisis for a second time. I’d fought for over a year but there were no more couches to surf on. No more money to continue.

It’s been a really bad month. I’ve hated every minute of it. I’ve questioned what I’ve done to deserve it. And I still can’t find any answers.

And I’m still no closer to getting out of it.

This is because the VA can’t help homeless veterans the way that they should. While there are some good people working inside the process (if you’re fortunate enough to get to see them) the process itself is still broken.

And as for my hometown of Orlando, a lot of city and county services, along with a lot of community partners have nothing more to offer than a shrug, and a packet of phone numbers leading to more people that will tell you they don’t have any answers.

I suppose I should try to write something positive now.

My health is still with me. I take solace in my memories of the military and to a decade ago when I had my awesome blog.

But all those memories are just brain chemicals trying to convince me not to give up. Nostalgia is a powerful drug.

I pray a lot. I ask to be put simply where I’m supposed to be. I’m pretty lost. I haven’t heard back.

One month down. I hope things can get better.

Friends. Times are really bad. You can read about ways to help HERE and if you’d like to help the blog below you can. If you have any questions please write me at torres.fjr@gmail.com

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