Finally Gettin Started

Blessings Abound

I've been a lil out-of-it for a minute, trying to recoup. A few hours after writing Street Life Ain't Living I got that phone call, “There's a bed available, do U want to take it??” What a dumb question, isn't that the whole point of getting in contact with these agencies in the first place?? No No, I met with several different random ass people who I've never known to exist, gave them my entire life story (repeatedly), filled out full on encyclopedias of personal information and basically signed away my Soul, so that when a bed finally became available after 3 str8 weeks in the streets, I could turn around and be like, “Naaaa, just bullshittin U, I really like sleeping on fuckin concrete!!” I really don't comprehend how peoples brains work. But Anywhooo, I am in a shelter since last Tuesday nite. After all the shit I put my body thru since leaving Florida, I been hurtin, then woke up yesterday with my tonsils inflamed & infected. Today was my “chore day” which basically amounts to cleaning the entire shelter, minus the mens side & individual rooms. I feel like pure ass today but still got up & banged out the work cuz I appreciate a roof over my head.

A mesmerizing painting in the common area of the shelter

Last Thursday was my Orientation back to the Home Health Agency I worked for before leaving to Florida. They were beyond ecstatic to have me back and before I got off the city bus back to the shelter, I got a phone call from my agency setting me up with my first client. Not a full schedule yet but it's coming. Now I just gotta figure out how the hell I'ma pay my phone bill this week & I'm set. I don't screw around & I don't waste time. Meanwhile all the other people who were homeless the same time as me but too damned concerned with whether or not I “looked homeless” are still out there, mizzy as fuck. I’m not waiting on a handout, never have & never will. That's another reason why I Never “Look Homeless.” Looking desperate, dirty, destitute, & disheveled Don't Get U Where U Need To Be. I refuse to ever become a Victim of the System. I don't have it in me to feed the Narcissistic Machine by looking pitiful & begging “Daddy War-bucks” to please take care of me. I still gotta talk to the General Manager of the Hotel who has a part time job for me, working Housekeeping, then also crosstrained for the Front Desk. That's the second job I secured while legit out there in the streets & hes been waiting for me to get shelter to get goin with that. The shelter I'm in is the next town iver from where my jobs & kids are, and a town I've never lived in, bussing is a pain in thee ass, strictly M-F & no holidays, but I'm working with it for the moment. I just needed a launch pad to really get going.

This is fitting too, I've been getting messages lately about closing out more & more cycles. So here's to closing out the Homelessness cycle- the very first shelter I ever experienced was a YMCA Youth Shelter, while I was 13 as a Ward of the State, now here I am in my final Homeless shelter ever & it just so happens to be a YMCA Emergency Shelter.

I Am Sendin a Huge SHOUT-OUT to Another one of My Guardian Angels, for helping me out with some nursing scrubs to get started!! I Love U Sis, Thank U for Believing in Me & Having My Back!! I Truly Appreciate U more than what mere Words could ever convey. As well as each one who went outta their way to ensure I had some help each time I was at my worst point. I know Every One of U are a huge Blessing and Will Forever Be Blessed Beyond Your Dreams.

Mad Love & Blessings🥰🥰👑👑❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥☯️☯️🧿🧿👁️