I don’t mean to brag, I know how devastating it is to not have anywhere to go. I was only homeless for two months and I almost gave up on living.
Setback after setback was overwhelming. Pulling all nighters to make sure no one tried messing with us in the car. Worried about child protection services showing up. Scared that the family of the man who ruined our lives was going to find us and make good on the threat to our life for not dropping the charges.
We were at Walmart picking out blankets for each of them since my storage unit flooded, ruining every single thing I owned. My sweet twin started whining because she wanted a toy. Before I could redirect her my sassy twin told her “no need a toy, we get baths now!!!” and I melted into a puddle of tears in aisle 8.
We had been taking showers at gas stations and at the daycare. Having a bath was more exciting than a toy. I might not be able to get utilities on for another week, we might eat peanut butter crackers in the dark but kiddos really do enjoy the little things and don’t need much to make them happy.
For the first time in over two months I am back in control of our safety. No-one has a key to our place. There are no hidden cameras. There is security in our new neighborhood. Peace of mind is priceless.