8 July 2016

 I was tempted to share this at the 5:30 meeting, but fear blocked me:

"I'm depressed, afraid, defeated. I don't know what I'll do for food tonight - maybe be a cannibal and eat a can of beans? ...or a 5-day expired blueberry muffin from work, because that's the last of the write-offs I have left to eat?

I don't know how I'll pay my rent and other essential bills, because my minimum wage job has cut back my hours.

I share this with the group, because at times, my higher power is being embedded in a community that has found answers to problems I still struggle with.

I might go without food tonight, I might be on the streets in a month... But I trust that it's more than likely temporary, as long as I try to be helpful to those around me, and willing to be vulnerable.

Still, I don't know if you want to call me destitute, or mentally unstable, or any other label before you're willing to help... But I'd be very grateful for some help today..."