I visited a local agency for help on my homeless journey. Every church in the area at least mentioned it, most of them saying they support it and that’s where I must go for any help.
This is another journal entry. I am using the name of the agency, as you would be able to guess it. They are doing good things there, and like all other agencies, they’re under-resourced.
A trip to the food pantry
I feel the need to go someplace familiar. I think I’ll go to the library next. Or better yet, I’ll go to Frisco Family Services. I’m not expecting much, but I need to see what all the hype is about. When everyone in town is sending you to the same place, is there really any choice? I need to eat for two weeks, and this is looking like my only option, besides dumpster diving. I am reluctant to go, as I know they’ll have lots of paperwork and that makes pretending a lot more difficult. I have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Pretending to be homeless is stressful. I can’t image how awful homelessness really is. I took a deep breath and walked inside. Continue reading