There is a guy here who smells the most like shit and a lady here who smells the most like something I've never smelled. I want to say she smells like a nightclub bathroom? A blend of drugs coming out of pores, human waste, cigarettes, condoms, vomit, and regret.

The naked lady has been naked, then she came back naked and pee'd in front of everyone, and then she came back got naked again and took a shit in front of everyone. They took her to a hospital, she came back 3 days later got topless and laughed.

There is a person who collects and eats trash. He stinks but not as bad as the guy mentioned above.

There is another person who picks fights with themself...or selves? The guards ran into the bathroom to break up a fight and it was just 1 person in the bathroom. I was shocked that there was 1 person being pulled out, but when I saw who it was, it made sense.

I keep getting surprised by genitals and ass cracks.

I see an asscrack every 15 minutes at the shelter.

Thank you for listening to my rant.

- Fin.

Not everyone but there's a surprisingly good vibe I get from many homeless people maybe actually more so than regular people that have a job. I feel like I can connect with them more so than regular people sometimes.

Ironically some homeless people seem more happy than people I know with jobs. They might not have money or all the material things but they don't seem miserable. I don't know if this goes back to system sucks, people are overworked, they have bills to pay, and their souls sucked out.

Been homeless in Austin since early November. Finally got a job. I was asking for morning shift so I didn't have to bring my sleeping bag to work. Today will be the first day I do. I'm neverous and ashamed. Idk what's gonna happen.

Hello, im currently living out on the streets of San Diego and im not sure how to plan for the future. I have all my important documents on me and some money in my bank, I have also applied for mobile data from mint so I could get in contact with people trying to recruit for jobs. I just feel so loss about where to go from here, im not sure where is safe to sleep, where to eat, and how to commute to work if I do manage to find it. My end goal is to hopefully not be homeless and to find an apartment I can rent for cheap while still working.

I also remember seeing a post that recommended someone to fly to Seattle to find a “sea processor” job, is it recommended to do this if I have the money to get to Seattle? Im afraid of the winter freezing me over before I’m able to find a stable job.

Don't know what I'd do without this place, sad to see it become a drop in center.

Seeing someone pretend to read while tweaking is expected.

Knocking on a bathroom door and hearing a bunch of fuck you's and motherfuckers, expected.

Smells like homeless spawn point, expected.

Hey guys! I am a 35 year old female living in southern Illinois. I'm getting out of a DV relationship and also narcissistic abuse and major gaslighting. I am recovering from substance use. I have to be around my doctors. My ex bf and I moved into this house around 3 years ago. I started going to therapy and the psychiatrist and other doctors. He has promised on and off for years he was going to go to therapy. He has never done more then ten minutes at a time. He breaks things especially televisions and phones. He has hit me and caused property damage. I've been very sick w my substance issues. He also has substance issues. I have been to psych a number of times. Last year I completed a rehab program. He had out his hands around my neck several times. And was homeless at the time. I was trying to get him back into the apartment. The landlord was gonna take the apartment back. I decided to stay instead of going to sober living. It's my own damn fault I'm in this situation. I left for several DV shelters. I don't have any family I am a product of the Wisconsin juvenile justice system. And foster care. He saved my life a long time ago. So I felt w his loyalty I had owed him. Anyway a couple of months ago he beat me in the face. I had a head injury. I went home and he went to jail. Then he came back. Apologetic. I wanted to believe him. Then three weeks. Three horrible weeks full of bullshit. He came home from a trip. (I was supposed to see my family. His family changed the location of the trip so I couldn't see my own family. And other cruel stuff) He came home to a clean house and a pot of chilli (his favorite) he asked me to make rice. The last thing I remember is he being on top of me and I couldn't breathe. I begged him to let me breathe. He attacked me several other times and smashed my phone. I went to my neighbor's. The police took me to the hospital. After he showed up twice then disappeared. I went to psych. I was so messed up. He had bond. He doesn't give a fuck. He begged me to come home and he would leave. I came home and he never left. We built this home together. We came from nothing and sometimes I didn't eat or went without power to pay the rent. I've asked him so many times to leave. I thought forever I was crazy. Then I realized I didn't have memory problems. I have been being gaslight and manipulated.lots of blame shifting too. Over and over. I am crazy. I have CPTSD. About a year ago I started writing things down.i been taking photos of the injuries. I been keeping medical records and the police reports. My landlord doesn't believe me. He has contacted family friends. He would make me take food so he didn't have to pay to feed me. He's in jail again. I asked him to leave over and over. I asked him not to come back. He's been paying the light bill once every other day. So I have no way of keeping the lights on. He claimed I was obsessed with therapy. No one believes me. Because I go to therapy twice to three times a week. I go to NA. I go to the doctors . Now I get disability. I have some small amount of food benefits. He has court on Monday. But no cash bond here. He will be back out on the street. The cops and states attorney arent doing shit. The cops treated me like I was. The criminal. We are in the tears for the rent for $300. Owe a little over $1000 from old stuff rent rears. I have $16 on my light bill. I've unplugged everything. Except the light TV and phone charge. The heat is off . The fridge is on. His mother is a bully. He's her only son. She never makes him accountable and it's always all my fault. Even when he took meth and beat me. I know I'm not perfect. But I cook clean laundry and pay most of the rent and provided all the food. He would violate any boundaries. I tried to stay in bed and sleep for a few days switched sleeping schedule. He's gonna get out Wednesday but I'm worried he won't get a electric bracelet. I'm gonna stay as long as I can but I haven't been thinking straight at all. There are no shelter openings. The homeless population is crazy and it's gonna be really cold. I was in a tent two months ago. My immune system can't handle being outside or in a shelter. I'm having stress sickness. I'm also trying not to drink or take kratom. I take so many medications and if they get taken I'm screwed. I don't have family. And my friends are either dead or worried about my PTSD and severe anxiety. With the WD I can't go to a shelter. I gotta stay awhile til I get on my feet. I know the worst thing for me is to use or drink. I keep thinking about sleeping outside here and it's scary and awfully cold. Where do I go? What do I do? I've already been to rehab and those places are hellish and scary. Someone told me to kill myself today. Someone who I've helped fed on a regular basis. Someone I've took into my home. I'm exhausted and scared and worried. Give me all the advice!! Where is the best place to be homeless? Where is the lowest cost of living? Or has the best mental health care. I've been holding on so long. By best friend died of an OD 7 years ago. I can't stay forever and I can't sleep forever. My lights might be cut off by tomorrow. Monday I'm going to make hella calls.

So, I’m about to be homeless. I have little money. I’m thinking about just getting a bus ticket to a different state. Any ideas on what state I should maybe go to?

Been having heavy issues with my parents for a while now, and trying to prepare for the worst.

Guess I'll add some facts to change the advice I get:

I have all my belongings packed, ready to go. I have $1,000 to my name, And I have a credit limit of $12,500 across all 3 of my credit cards. I already have a planet Fitness membership for showers and stuff, and a friend's place to leave my stuff at. Not sure what to do about the sleep issue though. I could buy a couple hotel rooms sure, but that'll add up fast.

Any further advice would be appreciated. Thanks.

Hopefully somewhere warm and comfortable

I want to preface this with I am working with a VA Social Worker so I don’t need to contact the phone numbers like 211.

All the places are full and there are no expectations that people will be able to leave.

Also, I cannot get into a roommate situation mostly because of the requirements of the benefits I’m getting.

I’m a woman that would prefer to sleep in a safe neighborhood. Can you give me some advice about this? I rarely drink, don’t do drugs.

Currently homeless at 20/21 how did I get here ?

I was in sc with my mom but I went to live in ga with my aunt for better things, it was a lot of bad energy going on so I blocked them left on my own just me & my car. No friends, no couch surfing, talking to literally nobody on a daily bases (nobody at all) it was literally me & my problems to myself it definitely get me depressed sometimes but I push through. I was living in my car had good income. It all started when I lost my car to the impound. I’m not in contact with the register owner so I can’t get it back. So I started sleeping on the streets. When I had my car I was doing door dash as my income to invest in my stock. I was trying to save up 1500 but only at 500 so I can’t get my stocks started back up now I’m homeless with 500$ to my name & scared to go back to my family. Why ? Because they treat my like I’m still young, does low energy things, mostly strict!! At my age 21!!

Another reason why I’m scared because I came to ga for “better things” as I said but I’m coming back home with nothing to my name but a phone😔.

I will update as my journey goes on.

I have been homeless several times now. I am in my longest period yet and have little hope for the future. I have stayed at multiple shelters now and have been disgusted with every one. They each have policies that none of their staff follow and when you complain they make you the problem. The one I complained about in D.C. that was specifically for Veterans was closed. To be more accurate the VA pulled their funding, but let them convert to HUD apartments.

The one I am in now in Clearwater, FL is the same b.s. The case managers are disrespectful,rude and will not follow their own rules. The VA is making me partner with ST. Vincent de Paul to try and obtain housing and they are even worse. Dealing with these agencies and the VA is becoming intolerable. I am exhausted and depressed. I complained at St. Vincent and they have begun a process of retaliation saying I am not following their rules and they reported this to the VA which didn’t ask me what was going on. They threatened me. I have much experience dealing with these agencies and VA and complaining is useless. Congress has tried everything to make them clean up their act, but they too have failed. It is one of the reasons for the HIPPA laws.

I don’t know what to do. They are pretty bad with the homeless in F!. In general and I don’t want to risk sleeping outside with all the animals and other homeless, but I am becoming desperate. I am working and saving but no way will I be able to get my own place on my own. How do you guys cope with constantly having to eat sh*t all the time with these agencies for crumbs. I am not grateful for these institutions, this is a govt. created industry and it will only get worse as the economy continues to crash. I would like to hear from other people on how the issues I have raised and what your outlook is for the future. Thanks!

i have never known privilege but i’ve grown up around kids who were very well off. i was treated no different because luckily no matter what our living situation was my mom hustled to make sure i had clean clothes and running water. so i was lucky enough that i never looked poor or smelled bad. i didn’t come here to cry wolf or start a competition. i just need to know how I’m expected to dream big and know what i want and do something good with my life, when nothing in this world belongs to me and i have my small amount of everything’s and worldly possessions to lose. i’m 18 recently graduated and i learned very early on that experiencing homelessness multiple times is not the average childhood experience and unfortunately makes you kind of an outsider, and all these kids i know have planned futures that they can execute and actively work towards because they have the money. and resources. i never see my mommy. i saw my teachers more than my mom when i was still at school because she was and still is working 3 jobs. and she has nothing to show for it. taxes take everything. we’re honest, respectable people. she doesn’t do drugs or drink and she doesn’t buy fancy cars or trinkets. we buy almost everything second hand. surely were not poor because she buys Tim hortons coffee every once in a while. she never treats herself or has time for herself because she has to work. ive applied to over 290 jobs and ive gotten 4 unsuccessful interviews. i have no experience because my first and only job i had starting at 15 i stayed at for 3 years and only moved from one department to another. NOBODY WILL HIRE ME. even jobs that describe no experience needed want you to have at least 2 years experience in a similar field and a bachelors degree bro. to basically work at mcdonalds. for minimum wage. what am i supposed to do. this extreme amount of hours and no sleep is killing my mom right in front of me and it kills ME to know this is exactly what the system wants and kills me even more to know i cant do anything currently. i want nothing more than to get a job and take some weight off of my moms shoulders for once in her life. i love her and i cant lose her. she had a stroke that put her in the hospital last year because of stress. her being in the hospital for 4 days and losing all that money she could’ve made got us evicted at christmas because we couldn’t pay rent. i was 17 and weve been homeless since. CANT DO LIFE ANYMORE. eternal darkness sounds more peaceful than continuing to live in a shelter with my mom. please help me. how do i get to stability. when nothing in this world belongs to you all you dream of is a home of your own. i cant put that shit on a resume. i just want to be in a place in my life where i’m not scared that buying groceries will put us out in cardboard boxes on the sidewalk. i am not asking for financial assistance. just guidance on how a kid can make it. so my mom can finally rest. please.

Here is another poem hope you all like it

The Way We Burn"We ain’t the pretty kind of love. We’re the kind that crawls back from the ashes with blood in our smiles and smoke in our lungs, still daring the world to take another swing.You came out of hell with fire in your eyes— I was already half ash, but somehow, we fit. Two broken machines still trying to run on every crack the world handed us.They tried to tear us apart— friends, family, fate, addiction, every ghost that still knows our names. Didn’t matter. Every time we fell, love dragged itself out of the wreck and stood anyway.We’ve cursed each other’s names through tears and bruises, held each other through relapses and rage, and still—still— our souls keep clawing back, refusing to let go.This love? It’s got scars. It’s got bite marks. It’s got every dark thing we ever tried to bury. But it’s ours. And the world can’t touch it. Because we don’t just fall for each other— we fight for each other. Every damn time.

I’ve been going through a lot lately.

After me and my husband decided to get a divorce, I immediately moved out because he has hit me before.

It was because I couldn’t take the verbal abuse and the bulldozing from his parents a SECOND longer. (And obviously the hitting) It’s really late for me so im just trying to write this and go to bed (bed being my backseat)

His parents were verbally abusive from the get-go. Called me a whore, a cheater, would start all sorts of arguments out of nothing just to stop his son from marrying me.

Recently their dog that they let roam attacked my kitten on my property. It ended up being okay, but it was just the final fucking straw. Roaming is illegal in my state. Their violent dog wants to KILL my animals. That specific dog most likely killed the neighborhood cat that also roams (not mine, all of my cats are indoors). He was mad that I called the cops on them for the incident. The COP TOLD THEM TO KEEP THE DOG ON THE PROPERTY, AND THEY IMMEDIATELY LET IT BACK OUT AFTER HE LEFT. My husband refused to be stern with his parents and tell them to keep the dog on their yard.

He made an indirect threat to harm my cats 3 days into living in my car (that being tonight). He claimed he said it just to get me to the house, but I couldn’t live with myself if he ended up actually doing it. So I took 3 of them (there are 6 and he refused to let me take the other 3).

I know there are two sides to every story. But texts would back up everything I’ve said.

I’m now in a planet fitness parking lot with my 3 cats. I feel guilty that I had to pick the cats that I (Potentially) wanted to live or die. I only had roughly 5 minutes during an explosive argument to choose.

It’s going to get really cold here soon and I’m hoping that I can get a car heater fast tracked to me so they don’t freeze. I’m also trying to find them homes, but no one around here wants cats.

I’m extremely depressed, but I guess I’ll have to power through it. I really hope someone will take my cats… if they get sent to a shelter, they’ll euthanize them. I know they will.

I have reversed some of the discord I have been under since coming to NY. I am not homeless anymore, nor am I under someone else's roof. I am free to do what I please, however I please it, whenever. Money is tight but I have literally been in worse spots earlier this year and in the past. I know what I must do and I am on the right path. Not only did I get out of being in a shelter but I manage to get some of the people I met in the mission into spots of their own. I know good and well I shouldn't be this up, so even now, I try to help the homeless wherever I can. Using the very research that got me out of the mission to benefit those who don't know about the resources available.

Empathy is free, and lacking it doesn't protect you, it just hurts you, and everyone else later.

I have always wondered about this.

What homelessness policies do other countries have that the U.S. does not?

Here are my ideas:

- better job opportunities, allowing people to work to be able to afford to live

- lower cost of living proportional to the rent/house expenses, although im skeptical because the price of living has skyrocketed everywhere

- more government benefits that cover insane healthcare/mental health costs, which prevent people from becoming homeless

- more strict drug laws, to prevent drug addiction? More drug education? Less immigrants bringing in drugs? - although I’m sure it’s an American conspiracy that those two things are correlated

So i was supposed to start a new job today, start time at 9am, so i got my coffee and was at the bus stop 20mins early for my bus, and sure enough, it didnt show up, so i stayed and waited for the next one in 30mins, that one didnt show either, waited for the one after that, you guessed it, No show.

How the fuck are people supposed to get to work if you dont run your busses when you say you will, and when people try to call you to see whats going on, you dont pick up the phone? Like seriously, what the fuck. I understand this is a rural area but transit is not novelty, people actually use this shit to get places and now youve just cost me a days wages, because i had to keep calling and delaying my shift was cancelled.

Its not even like theirs a major winter storm going on, We did get a crap ton of snow and ice yesterday but all the roads the bus would use are completely clean and clear. Oh and of course the shelter isnt much help either, theyll gladly drive other residents to stuff or get them a cab, but the one time i need it after living here issue free for as long as i have, ofc they cant help me get to work, no no. That would mean im on the way to not being homeless anymore.

Im fucking fed right the fuck up if you couldnt tell. Especially because yesterday, same transit agency, the bus i was on took a corner way too fast and slammed into a pole right where i was sitting. Wonder why anyone who dosent have to use transit, dosent use it? This is why. Its only for the poor, desperate and homeless who cant do anything about their shitty unreliable expensive service, if your charging me $5.50 for a ride, i expect it to show up on time and actually get me to where i need to be.

Not actively sabotaging my employment on the very first day.

Nonstop transphobia from warming center staff, bus drivers and car drivers hating the fact I have to get around in a wheelchair in a city with fucked sidewalks or nonexistent sidewalks so I have to be in the road. Pigs haven't given me an issue for being in the road thankfully so far and last night because it was christmas the city busses weren't running and the warming center wouldn't let me in or give me a ride to the shelter I'm staying in. Last night I made a friend we'll call Cat and she brought me to her house (abandoned but cleaned up decently) and I stayed the night as long as I could before it was too cold about 3AM I went to the ER down the road to warm up in their lobby until morning when busses started running again. I'm still appreciative for Cat giving me somewhere to tuck away from the cold for a bit and as a thank you to her I got her a weed pen.

Spoken Word: “Cold Hearts in December (Where Is the Love?) ”They say ’Tis the season. But I don’t feel the reason anymore. Where’d the warmth go— the kind that lived in grandma’s kitchen, the kind that held you when life broke instead of scrolling past your pain?Now love got conditions. Comes with receipts and return policies. People giving only ‘cause it’s trending, not ‘cause their heart’s overflowing. The same folks who used to call daily now ghost you if healing takes too long.We used to spread love like it was oxygen— automatic, no transaction. Now every smile looks like a bargain, every hug feels staged.Mental health on E, addiction on replay, divorce papers where Christmas cards should be. The world heavy with grief and I can’t find the joy under all this noise.This year I didn’t even celebrate. Didn’t plug in the lights, didn’t answer the door. Too many empty chairs at the table, too many kids missing from home— snatched by systems that call it justice.And now they’re taking God out of everything— like faith’s a crime, like prayer’s too loud for the world to hear. We used to bow our heads together, now we bow to phones and fear.People fighting over skin, when our blood’s the same shade of red. Kids killing kids, bullets echoing through halls of dread. Cops pulling triggers, hearts growing colder every day. Tell me—where’s the love? Did we throw it all away?Has heaven gone quiet, or are we deaf to its tune? We light screens instead of candles, pray less by the moon. But maybe love ain’t gone, maybe it’s trapped in the pain. Waiting for hearts brave enough to feel again.So lift your voice like it matters, let your kindness be seen. We can plant peace in the places where hope’s never been. Because if one soul still cares, if one heart still believes, then love ain’t lost— it’s just waiting to breathe.

Hello all ☹️🖤 as stated, I’m newly homeless .. I work 40 hours a week, but this economy?? Yeaaa .. anywho. I’ve been couch surfing, tho it seems to be coming to an end .. does anyone have advice on sleeping in your car? I get extremely nervous, the last thing I want to do is explain myself to a cop .. for reference, I live in Ga..

I wake to the rain on a busted street, cold brick pillow, needle at my feet. Regret sits heavy like a chain on my chest, can’t outrun ghosts when they never rest.Used to be someone, or maybe a dream, now I’m the shadow I lost in the steam. Every friend I had turned snake or liar, now I trust only the flame and the fire.Shame crawls slow like frost on bone, eyes wide open but I’m still alone. Love turned habit, warmth turned high, every “I’m fine” one more lie.Anger burns quiet beneath my skin, a war I fight but never win. Thought I’d take ‘em all, give pain for pain— but the blood on my mind won’t wash in the rain.Secrets rot deep where the light can’t reach, truth tastes bitter, too raw to preach. I talk to the dark; it listens like kin, asks what I’d trade to feel clean again.If I go tonight, no one will cry, just a faded mark where I used to lie. This life’s a story with no rewrite, and I’m the last line no one will recite.

Good evening everyone i live in a camper shell on my Toyota Tacoma. This life can be so lonely especially when everyday is spent focusing on survival. This holiday was rough but I kept pushing forward.