I’m from Lake of the Ozarks. If they had bus transits there, I would live there. But they don’t have transportation and stuff, you know? Springfield has more to offer. If I ever get on my feet, that’s probably where I’m going to end back at. I miss it.
I was a victim of assault - that is what led to my homelessness. I was camping with a significant other and we got into a fight and he commenced to beat me up for thirty minutes solid beating me in the head. I had forty two contusions alone on my head. And he left me. He pretty much stole my livelihood from me.
I’m just not physically able to do the work I’ve done before. I have a brain injury and I tend to forget a lot of things. I get confused. Herniated discs. Disability pending, hopefully - I just hired a lawyer. Hope I get something more done this time. I’ve been fighting for disability for about three years.
The hardest thing about being homeless is not really knowing what tomorrow brings. There’s no promise, no stability. And it’s hard. Some days you don’t know where your next meal is coming from. One of the hardest things is getting help - people abusing the system - sometimes taking advantage of the resources we have - making it hard for the people who really need it to take advantage of those things.
What I have learned is don’t take nothing for granted. Because it could be any one of us at any minute.
(Story chronicled in 2016)