This was very nice to watch and read and yes it takes courage to open a heart and share the painful experiences. I call them, as you did too, character building experiences. Being homeless is tough if you remain in a victim mindset mode. I was also in this situation for 3 years, living clandestinely in the back room of my rented beauty salon. It was a grueling experience mentally and I now thank God for it because it made me who I am today. At that time I thought it was the worst thing happening to me, now when I ponder I realize that it was exactly what I needed: to discover who I am between four walls.
Only a strong person will come out of a situation like this with their head held up high. You gain an inner power that no one could take it away and I also rediscovered a strong connection with God and I realize I was never truly alone
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Luckily I was able to take responsibility and appropriate actions sooner in both cases. Blaming others does not solve our problems.
Thanks for sharing your experiences and I know how this affects our mental health.
As you said, We gained wisdom and we learned to trust the process.
I truly appreciate your positive comment!
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Blaming is an intrument of the Ego which makes the person even more trapped and consumed by what they perceive as the worst misery. Responsibility is always the key. I think it takes the biggest amount of power to dust yourself off, admit that you are partly responsible and just see how to get out of the rathole. It's hard, very hard. Only a person who has been in such an experience knows. If the situation feels so bad then there is also depression. And that is tough on anybody. I can remember days when I barely wanted to get out of the couch because I felt that living there made me a failure, a nobody, a loser. Sometimes even making a shower looked futile, like why wash if you are such a failure. It was hard. Now when I go and see the room....I feel proud. I feel like I managed to find myself as a person in that tiny cold room. That somehow I got reborn. I kept some of the furniture and threw some as it got mold. Just before managing to move out the heating device I had broke down. I sometimes wonder how I managed to live there for 3 years. What a powerful gal! Looking back I realize that the biggest battle was with my mind and what I feared people will believe.
You know what I also realize? That us people need very little to be happy. That we can teach ourselves to see life with a different lens.
I am excited that I have a proper kitchen. Let me tell you that I hope I can still know how to cook after 3 years of not having the proper means to do so. Haha. A basic simple thing many take for granted. A kitchen. A proper bed. A freaking bathroom that you do not have to share. Yup...happiness is in small things.
I gained myself back and my connection with divinity. Nobody can take your power away after you go through a homeless situation and you come on top. You become so resilient and so aware of the fact that life is so much more than material possessions. It is about who you become in the pursuit of those. When I now look in the mirror I know that I can live with what I have become. I am not my trauma and not my past. And I am commited to becoming a better version of myself daily.
Appreciate your meaningful comment.
I'm happy to be connected with like-minded people like yourself.
Me too!
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