My fuel.

I walked around with an emptiness in my soul that I was sure I would never regain.

The horrific and painful deep scars I battle that were delivered to me as a child.
The lifelong seach for a happiness that has always been able to elude  me.
The intrusive memories that kept knocking me down and the desire to somehow find a place I can call home.
This is what fuels me today. I know so many of my homeless family experience these or simular feelings.
  I can relate to each of their stories. I understand what it is like to be a victom and not a survivor.
Our core values are shrouded by these feelings and memories.
Our worth is hidden by masks that we invent. We hide in the shadows.
We try to become invisible not just from society but ourselves.
This isn't something we chose as many people believe.
A  high percent of homeless suffer from  childhood traumas and abuse.
If we all had  the opportunity to see doctors and psychiatrist at that young age. I'm positive many of us would not be out here today.
Maybe it was our family that did not have insurance.  Maybe we were in poverty.    Could it be that our parents did not care?
We did not choose to be cursed with such traumas and abuse.
As I started working with my homeless family. I start to learn certain things about myself.
First and foremost, I am still a child of God.  I  have began to find worth and I am no longer a victim but as survivor.
There are so many valuable, important, and amazing people in my homeless family.
We've been denied so many times. This is what we are used to. Societies stereotypes and stigmas keep us out here.
I Will not leave my homeless behind. I am going to be our voice.
I AM going to create change in the way we are perceived by so many.
All of us deserve an opportunity for change. We are entitled to have the right for healing and growth.
We are only humans.