Tails from a stray cat
Hello and welcome to my world in words. I am a 47 yo man with Bipolar manic depression. I am currently homeless and teetering on the edge of insanity. I have been homeless since 02-2010 and am currently residing in a shelter. I guess I should be grateful that I have found temporary shelter, but just as with any stray cat, once your discovered it can go two ways, either you end up in a no-kill shelter, or you’re sent to the gas chamber. I have lost everything within the last 4 years. My parents, my house, my beloved cat Homer, my job, my savings, and most of my hope. My current circumstances have not come about by cause of my own actions, I am not a drug addict, nor an alcoholic, nor a gambler. I am an ordinary man who worked 30 yrs. We all expect our lives to be reasonably happy and to experience and recognize what pleasures life brings, but not me. My condition has robbed me of those expectations. I kept my laptop so I may at least retain some sense of connectivity to “the real world”. I seek out hot spots such as McDonald’s in which to jump on the net. I am not here seeking pity. My purpose is to convey some sense of understanding to those who may not understand this ”invisible” disease that can’t be cured with a simple phrase like “snap out of it!”, or ” just deal with it”, or in some cases, “ smile and the world will smile with you mentality”. Our conditions are vividly tangible to us and all to terrifying.
