The Long Road Home: Adjusting After Homelessness.

The Long Road Home: Adjusting After Homelessness, FINDING PEACE AFTER YEARS ON THE STREETS. Before I became homeless, my life looked like the typical American middle-class household. But behind closed doors, I lived in a nightmare. My mother, a narcissist, controlled every part of my life through emotional, physical, and even sexual abuse. By age 15, I was planning to end it all……………See more

Before I became homeless, my life looked like the typical American middle-class household. But behind closed doors, I lived in a nightmare. My mother, a narcissist, controlled every part of my life through emotional, physical, and even sexual abuse. By age 15, I was planning to end it all. The constant torment convinced me I had no other way out. My mother always told me I was too weak to survive without her, but I decided to prove her wrong. One night, I packed my bag and spent my first night in a cold, abandoned bus station downtown, unsure if I’d even make it through the night.

Over the next four and a half years, I learned how to survive on the streets. I knew where to find food, when to move to avoid trouble, and where to sleep without getting noticed. But I never felt truly comfortable. I craved security and stability. My luck changed when a social worker saw potential in me. She offered me a deal: if I passed a three-week receptionist course, she would help me find a job and stable housing. I took the deal and passed, but even after getting a job and a small apartment, adjusting to “normal” life was hard. I didn’t know how to manage bills, create a routine, or even sleep in a real bed.

The silence of my new apartment was unnerving. I missed the chaos of the streets, the late-night chatter and constant motion. It felt strange to take my time in the shower or even stock my own food. Slowly, I began to adjust, but it wasn’t easy. It took me years to trust people again. Sometimes, I’d walk through the old streets, feeling like I was in limbo, not fully belonging in either world. But with time and support, I learned how to live again.

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