In February, I moved out. Shoved my belongings into a storage unit, slept on the street, squatted in a dead guy's house, boarded up in the hospital where I worked for a few days, only to lose my job and move in with my brother, back in Florida towards the end of May.
Since then, I've replaced my security license, bought a truck and paid off my credit cards. I've lost two hundred pounds, started working out and I can honestly say, I love myself. That was a difficult time, and homelessness wasn't so bad apart from not having a vehicle. Getting back on my feet is worth it this time around. I'm better and I'm growing.
To those that have suffere