Hey friends. A lot of people here may have had experiences in which they were completely down and out and somehow managed to find their way back into life. Maybe they had help, and maybe they also found solutions which helped them. Lets hear about how it happened. What helped? What didn't? What changed?
So my parents moved out of state and left me behind.
I was staying out in a wooded area near Denver. I found a plastic sheet/tarp with a couple of tree branches I made a tent out of. I was camped on a hillside, overgrown with brush, so I wasn't easy to find.
I broke into local school cafeterias for food. Some other kids entered the school once, I assume through the door I had broke into, and vandalized the school.
So the local police was looking for a group of vandals. The school was asking for information on any one who was breaking into the schools. There was a group of kids who knew about me who went to that school. They often came by my camp and I usually shared whatever food I managed to haul away with them.
One of the kids turned me in for a reward.
I was out in the open just walking about, someone person came by along the trail I was on and asked my name. I told them, this was a detective who immediately realized I was the person they were looking for. He told me the police had been looking for me for two weeks.
Anyway I was arrested and placed in Juvenile Hall for a few weeks. Once the schools learn of my situation they dropped all charges. Then I was transferred to a home for troubled youth. The people at the home gave me training and helped me find my first job. They drove me to interviews, gave me advice on how to deal effectively with job interviews. Eventually I turned 18 and was told I'd have to leave the home since I was now officially an adult. They helped me find my first apartment as well.
What helped? I was a kid, hadn't had a job before or had to find a place to live. So really helping me get my first job and first place to live. I suppose I should also thank the kid who turned me in.
I was the only "White" kid in the program. All of the other kids, all of the counselors who helped me were either Black or Latino. The other kids initially picked on me/mocked me. I was pretty stoic about the whole thing. Never retaliated, or told on anyone so eventually they accepted me. Some even told me they liked me.
What changed, having a job and a place to live. After that I was able to figure out things on my own.
What didn't help? God/religion. People told me I should pray, I didn't. Told me to have faith, didn't really understand what they meant by faith at the time. I mean I knew about Christianity but it never occured to me that God intervened in the affairs of men. It's not that it was negative or detrimental, I just didn't partake in the religious stuff that any of the adults were advising me towards.