Overheard a houseless person having a conversation with themselves.

"I'd like for people to understand what I'm going through. Everyone has their own experience. I'm not a carbon copy of them. I'm trying. I don't have a support system like maybe some other people have.

I think a lot of people like to choose a field to work in that they enjoy, something that meets the needs of their chosen lifestyle. I'm trying to find a lifestyle. That's something I've struggled with my whole life. I think that's part of the problem, me not being employable. Not owning my own company, working for myself in a non traditional way.

I love being called fentanyl. (Obvious tone of sarcasm here )It's like being called a crackhead. It's hurtful. It's derogatory. It's inappropriate.

I've offered ways for my family to help me. I've offered resolutions. I've tried to find a way to make a plan b to claw myself out of this situation. I'm carrying everything I own. Trying to take care of it and make sure nothing gets stolen from me. I've had a couple people stalking me. And that's not something in my head. I've gotten used to it. Having people lurking around me. Crashing through the under brush near my tent. Threatening me."

Then they got up and walked away.