As I try to shake this deep depression,
I realize what it is, that has me feeling this way. Right now.
I want my own spot/place.
I’ve never had my own.
A few apartments, roommates and now, shared housing.
There are many issues, that contributed to this instability.
My parents similar background, my depression, illnesses, affecting jobs, etc.
I’m blessed that I have housing.
But, everyone needs that, “I want to be alone, spot”]
I’m moving (grateful) from a place, with two housemates,
To another house,
With two housemates.
I’m depressed because,
today, I don’t feel like meeting two new housemates.
I am depressed because,
No matter how many moments of optimism I have,
The state of this world,
Makes even more difficult, to be “Up.”
I see people I love, who worked all their lives, for everything they have. Still struggle.
And still don’t own, much.
I began ridding myself of things, the minute I saw, my dad’s needs.
He, has Always put our (mine, my sister, others) needs, before his.
And it’s why nothing, has value, over the love my dad has shown me.
As I have been doing and as I’m moving, I am ridding myself of more.
I believe there needs to be,
Other housing alternatives.
Isn’t affordable for me.
Many like me.
For now, I do what I can.
To anyone who interested:
I am converting my minivan into “My spot/space.”
I will be getting rid of a couple of seats.
I am getting help from a friend.
If interested in trade or participation in project,
Please contact me.