Those weren't the circumstances, this time around. I feel extremely ignorant in my thinking that something drug-related would be the only way that I could possibly end up homeless again. I mean, c'mon, I've experienced homelessness, I've lived in a shelter; I know that drugs, while a common factor, are certainly NOT the only contributing factors to homelessness. I spent time with them. But for whatever reason, I kept this false notion that for me, it would definitely be drug related. But it wasn't. It was a simple case of socioeconomic discrimination against Mr. L and myself. I'm going to spare both you readers and myself the details, as nothing good comes from me rehashing it over and over again. It only bums me out, and serves to confirm that there are some very ignorant and hurtful people out there who truly see certain groups of people as less than themselves.
The threat of once again having no place to call home was, and still is, mentally jarring. To have it dangled over your head in an attempt to make you comply is a truly sickening feeling. It clouded my mind 24/7. Regardless of what I was doing, the thoughts of it broke through. Whether I was trying to have a conversation with Mr. L, attempting to do some writing, or simply just relax and watch a movie; unending thoughts on the subject bombarded their way into my consciousness, leaving me feeling beyond distracted and totally unable to concentrate. The situation, and the possibility of once again ending up homeless, were constantly intruding into my thoughts.
On a more positive note though, I have sorted out another option for housing come the first week of September. I cannot even begin to express how much I am looking forward to being free of this place and the discrimination that comes with it. I am counting down the days until Mr. L, Lulu and myself are able to move into our new home and start fresh. While it was very unexpected, both timing wise and financially, we are going to make it work. Our current place of residence has turned into a hole of negativity that completely clouds my mind, and the thought of having a positive new space to to start fresh in is beyond exciting. It isn't exactly what we were hoping for, but we will make it our own.
Keeping with the positive news, I've also been spending my time over the past few months working hard to help out with the 2015 FEDUP! Rally for Canadian Drug Policy Reform. The absolutely amazing Donna D. May recruited me to assist in the planning of, as well as attend the Rally itself, this coming September (You can learn more about Donna over at
Jac's Voice, and in a previous post of mine).
Another way you can get involved in the FEDUP! Rally is through our 'Mural Of Life'. If you have been affected by an opiate overdose, we would love to have you as part of the Mural to help us illustrate just how far reaching opiate overdose is, and the lifesaving power of Naloxone. If you've been affected by the opiate overdose of a friend or family member, witnessed an overdose, overdosed yourself, administered Naloxone/Narcan, or had it administered on yourself - you can visit the 'Mural Of Life' Submission Form and join the list.
So be prepared come Septemeber; once I'm all settled in to a positive new space, the blog will be back up and running at full speed!