I woke up in the tent and went and played handball. I had a burrito at Tacos Lupitas. Then I came back to my camp. I designed an award certificate on Canva for my new work for the Award Recipients at the event my work holds for Recovery Day. I talked to the realtor about the Room in Watertown she’s going to be showing it on Monday. She needs to get all the rooms rented before we can sign the lease. I just hung out in the tent.
I’ve been struggling with severe depression. Breaking up with my girlfriend, staying outside at the end of this project, getting prepared to go back to work in a week and not having a place to live or put my stuff has been extremely stressing me out. My life is in shambles of my own doing and there’s a part of me, call it pride that struggles with asking for help. I talked to a couple friends one friend said I could stay on their couch until I got back on my feet and got a place. I have money to get my life reestablished I’m just going through hoops with it. The room that I’m trying to rent. The loneliness and the fear of not being prepared to go back to work is tearing me apart.
An idea came to me at night, while researching what my life would look like working homeless. Perhaps I’ll just make it work living outside more extravagantly. Like Winston Churchill said, “when you’re going through hell keep going.”