She had passed away and was lying upon the rocky ground. A thin trickle of blood was streaming from her lips. He held her in a final embrace, nearly denying she was no more. Jolts ran through his shoulders. He moaned and his sobbing voice rose so that it joined the complaining gusts of the wind. Teardrops shed along his cheeks and he realized he was crying.
A powerful reflection on housing insecurity, sudden homelessness, and the emotional toll of losing your home through no fault of your own in a slow system.
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New Year New year—yet nothing is new. Old habits persist, old pains fester, old wounds tear themselves open once more.
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- Category: Mental Health
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