“My mom is pretty much going to curse me out, then squeeze me, then curse me out and squeeze me some more.”
A lot of people are important to me. My family is important, but it is also part of my depression, which is the reason why I left home a while back. But still, even so, it is a combination, mixed feelings. Being away from home, a little bit is pride, to be honest, but a lot of it is that I don’t want to be a burden. I’m an adult, I should be able to provide for myself. It’d be nice if I could take care of myself, but what if I had some of those ingredients missing when I was growing up? Not that that’s me, but I’m speaking for other homeless. It would be nice if there are other organizations that help you fill in the blanks.
Regarding my family, I still have a bit of ways to go in my journey, so I’m not ready to make a phone call back just yet. I’m going to make a surprise visit on Thanksgiving. It’s been more than two years. My mom is pretty much going to curse me out, then squeeze me, then curse me out and squeeze me some more. But believe me, if my oldest brother saw me right now, I’d be hog-tied and thrown into a trunk of a car and taken back home, all in good intent.
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