Isabella, a elderly Hispanic lady who's stay here was almost as long as my family, passed away in her room. I didn't have many interactions, but she always smiled at me. Seeing the coroner arrive here brought up some memories I would rather not have dealt with today. Rest in peace, Isabella.
The city bus was forty minutes late and I barely made my behavior health clinic appointment, but I got there in time, and it turns out I lost four pounds. I'll take it.
I went to local open mic stand up comedy for about a year and a half. And I can confidentiality say that 80% of them would sell their souls for money or exposure. So I'm not shocked in the least about the Saudi Arabia line up.
I'm much better today. I even placed a call at a local place, I have to wait until Monday to schedule a interview. I have to accept that freaking out is part of my condition. Just swallow that embarrassment and keep stepping.
There's no way I'm going to let my mom who's had two strokes and has endometrial cancer end up on the street. If she has to go to a senior place while I go out on the street, then that's what will happen.
This has been the hardest year of my life. The thought of losing anything, even a minor comfort, was a shock to my system. And maybe, when you feel powerless, it's a bizarre solace to know you can control this one thing. If I were going to act on those thoughts, I would have done it ages ago.
I'm going to be honest. When they said they were taking the TVs, I had a flash of suicidal thoughts. Thank God it left just as soon as it arrived. With some space, I understand it's origin. I've lost a dozen friends and family to self harm of one way or another. It'd be odd if I didn't consider it
My mom is going to an unofficial 50th high school reunion tomorrow. She's going with her friend from grade school. She's got a haircut and a cute dress her friend provided. This year has been unbearably rough on her, God knows she deserves a good time.
Please, I am begging you, please share this, donate $5, or whatever but I really can't be unhoused, I will not last long in such a state with my disability and chronic illness. gofund.me/8a1cfb307
Thankfully they're not taking our TV's till Thursday. I went to the storage today but it had been two years since I was there. So I got a little lost. No one at the front desk to help. But I have some some time to get what I need.
This place was wild during COVID, this is just going to make a hard situation worse for people already on the edge. I guess creature comforts are only for the housed.
The information immediately gave me a panic attack. I've been using gaming to keep me centered since my brother's death. We can bring our own, but what about the people not as fortunate as me who don't have stuff in storage?
Bad move by Ventura county. They're removing all TVs and mirrors from the motel. Not only are they taking away something that keeps people occupied, I worry about the addicts who will have nothing to distract them. Being poor is a crime in America.
I saw my old highschool friend Erik, yesterday. It was a treat. I don't think I have seen him in over a year. I hugged him multiple times. I'm becoming a softy in my old age.
