Kicked out of My Home
It was scary and hard. I never thought I would be on the streets. The day my parents kicked me out was the hardest day of my homelessness.
The reason why is that it was snowing and very cold. It was nine feet of snow. I remember very well. I lived under a bridge for about a couple of weeks.
With only a sheet. Then I heard that Sarah cried to Mickie that I was on the streets and that she wanted to help me. They then found me. It was snowing bad that day and I was thinking that day I was going to die. Mickie took me in that day.
Under a Bridge with Seizures
Me and Sarah got close after that. We were like sisters. Well, I had a crush on her and still do. We did everything together.
About two years later, Mickie got a job at the Volunteers of America and I couldn’t live with her anymore because it would affect her job there. I was sad and upset. I didn’t know where I was going to go.
I then went to the homeless shelter and I didn’t like it but I stayed there til my time was up. Then back to the streets I went. That day I met a good friend of mine, who is still my friend today.
We stayed under the bridge together because I have seizures and he watched over me. About a couple of months later I left and went on my own. I was living on the river after that. Two days after that I got a ticket for living on the river for $100 but I got it waived.
Kicked out of the Shelter
Then I went to Volunteers of America to try to get housing. I had to go to classes to get housing. I was a troublemaker and one day I was watching tv in the tv room at Volunteers of America and (someone, name redacted) came up to me and told me I had to leave. Well I got mad and went off on her.
She called the police and I then tried to leave after that. I didn’t want to go to jail so I tried to leave quickly. When I was exiting an officer (name redacted) was blocking the exit. I tried going through him but he tased me.
I then went into a seizure and they had to take me to the hospital. I don’t remember what happened but I know I woke up in the hospital by myself. I was a troublemaker.
I found out the next day that I was 86ed from the Volunteers of America for six months. It sucked because back on the streets I went for six months. Then I went back after it was done. I had to do the classes again so I did.
Kicked out of an Apartment, a Facebook Friend and Meth
I then got my own apartment. What got me to lose my place was my neighbor downstairs and I got into a loud fight and I got kicked out. Mickie helped me pack up and move. I was so sad.
Back on the streets I went. Then I went to the library the week after and was on Facebook. I found this girl on Facebook and she asked me if I wanted to come to Pennsylvania to be with her. So I said I would. So I did. The next day, I went to a church and asked if they would help me to go to Pennsylvania.
They said they would. So the next day I left. I wanted to get out of Reno so bad. Three days it took to get there and when I got there I called and she picked me up. It didn’t last there though.
I came back to Reno and I was on the streets when I got here. I went to the homeless shelter. They were all surprised to see me. I stayed there for six months and meth (was my) life.
I didn’t know what I was doing to myself. All I know was it felt good. It was fun then. I felt like I was on top of the world. Then I found out what it was doing to me.
Quitting Drugs and Finding Mickie Again
So I quit six months later. I had more seizures. Nobody wanted to hang out with me. My life was getting way worse. So I went back to pot. Now I am realizing how my life is different when I am not on drugs. I wish I never started but I did and I am sorry.
But then I moved back to my parents and that didn’t work out because my brother and I got into fights. Because I was trying to protect my Mom …. I never knew family was that mean.
I then went back to the streets and I don’t remember any of it but I know it wasn’t fun. Then I went to jail for hitting a cop. I left my stuff at the homeless shelter and it got thrown out.
I got out of jail after a month and went back to the streets. Mickie got another job and she was looking for me. Then I got arrested again. I called Mickie from jail and when I got out she was there. I’ve been there ever since with Mickie and I am still there.