Depression Support Group
Depression is a real and debilitating condition that is often misunderstood by family and friends. Its meaning can range from a prolonged period of sadness to an actual mental illness with specific symptoms. Find and share experiences with others who are going through the same struggles.
Learned yesterday that the guy from the group home for the homeless in my building is a convicted child molester. Not as though he's the first convicted child molester I've met in my hometown, though it does freak me out I was talking to him, and he lives in same building.
I keep my bike in my bathroom---cause a prior member of the homeless group vandalized it. Thankfully, he was taken away by the cops a few months ago, for some 3 in the morning fight I slept through.
The adjacent flophouse had a rotating bunch of trouble-makers, all related or friends to one another, cause nobody else would probably live there. The copper pipes of the place were ripped out, a door and window of it outside my bedroom have been kicked in; I feed a poor homeless cat that lives in the "empty" flophouse.
I sometimes joke, to strangers blocks away, that I'm the only sober person on my block; the main drag of my redneck town has always been bad news.
At least the kinda crackhouse that was outside my bathroom window burnt down in 2006; was always somebody sitting outside, 24 hours a day----though now I'm right back to that time, afraid to leave my apt.
I keep my bike in my bathroom---cause a prior member of the homeless group vandalized it. Thankfully, he was taken away by the cops a few months ago, for some 3 in the morning fight I slept through.
The adjacent flophouse had a rotating bunch of trouble-makers, all related or friends to one another, cause nobody else would probably live there. The copper pipes of the place were ripped out, a door and window of it outside my bedroom have been kicked in; I feed a poor homeless cat that lives in the "empty" flophouse.
I sometimes joke, to strangers blocks away, that I'm the only sober person on my block; the main drag of my redneck town has always been bad news.
At least the kinda crackhouse that was outside my bathroom window burnt down in 2006; was always somebody sitting outside, 24 hours a day----though now I'm right back to that time, afraid to leave my apt.
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A tree outside where I live is dying, seemingly from dog urine----with the bully in my building going out his way to not only have his dog urinate there but to have the dog urinate on the fence and sign I bought to try save the tree----and then slide the sign under my apt door.Turns out that was a TRIGGER for me----bullying and humialtion right out of high school. I didn't realize it at the...
So... what to do? Well, realize how many good people outnumber them, 'them' how is that defined? Okay for one, everyone has flaws and flawed people are not necessarily bad. We have to find the ones that we click with and that's really the best we can do. We can never really rule out the possibility of 'bad' people, it's not realistic. We just learn to move forward with flaws ourselves and do the best we can to avoid those we just cannot accept(that we're aware of) and not let them prey on US because we've become complacent.
like somebody in a big city ghetto, I am stuck living disability check to disability check.
I am glad to at least be on a 5 year waiting list for govt housing where every tenant must have a clean police record.
I have a 5 year wait for govt housing elsewhere; my elderly cat, who I spend my meager money on and need alive as long as possible, will be gone by then, so I should have some money to move.