All of the Stigmas Society Ignores in Hicktown

The stigma of homeless is very sad, almost devastating. A friend once told me, we all assume roles it's whether we agree to those roles or not. Mike was right though. I'm going to be sad to admit this, but I never thought being homeless in Hicktown would be this stimgaticly bad.

I don't know anyones true story and if I did it would make my brain bleed at this point. I feel like I dont' have it in me to listen to anymore problems of others, or staff. I love children because they are what you call innocent. This place hasn't tainted them.

I have a natural mothers instinct, from what I gather. It bothers me the stigma in this place. It's fucked up honestly, how people are treated here. Like cattle to be sold to the highest housing bider.

It's sad to see all the devastation in the world. The news not sharing the whole truth, and the public believing what they want. It's like pulling a man from a hat you never know what your going to get good intent or bad.

A magician knows how to use deception to make things disappear however, deception used the wrong way can be the end of us as a whole. Sometimes we never know the cards we are dealt. I learned something about this place, always stay humble God will bless you.

Is this a whole new world that I don't understand just yet? I think this world is different compared to what I'm used to. It's overwhelming to say the least. The way people act knowing full well what there doing is enough to make me feel sick inside.

We all know that inner peace can be found within. But what about actual peace within our environment? That's what I want.

The stigma of homeless in Huntington, WV is so bad. The stereotypes are worse then I ever thought.

I'm starting to think of HCM as a chaotic hotel for homeless people where the elite can enjoy themselves. Trying to navigate through this has been hard enough. The only good thing is my roommate has been out all day, and I'm happy about that.

However, dealing with this place and my mother in-law it has become to much at times.

Hope springs eternal right now, not sure as to why but change is in the air. sometimes what I don't understand at all is this place sometimes I love it, and sometimes I hate it.

The feelings I get from this place is the need to get away all day. At the same time I feel like I have no motivation. Though I Push the whole thing feels this feeling of being homeless has taken on a life of it's own. I want to push through it. I just don't kow how to. I miss the little things that don't even feel like should matter. I miss feeling like I can cook something, I miss my own routine that I was finally mastering.

I miss feeling my husband next to me when I sleep something I've not felt in a year and seven months. I miss working towards something, being somewhere at certain times.

There are a lot of places I would rather be right now most of the time. One of the number one places would be in my husbands arms. I think there are a lot of places I would rather be right now, but I'm glad at least I'm surrounded by friends. I think working towards something as well helps through the pain.

I think overall the most important thing to remember about the stigma of society in Hicktown never judge a book by it's cover.