I am struggling with a friend who has chosen homelessness, and keeping money in her hands for Latte’s and whatever she choses to purchase, vs. having a roof over her head and minimal standards for quality of life regarding access to showers, food, necessary medications, shelter, etc.
In particular, I’m struggling with my wish to kick her out of my life, and find a way to also remove her elderly dog from my life.
To then find that there is a homeless woman who has been featured in her own documentary, “Queen Mimi”, is just hitting a raw nerve.
I really wish we still had poor houses.
It’s pouring outside, and I worry that she’s sitting in a Jack in the Box or other fast food establishment, trying to stay dry, and trying to get through her day until she’s able to claim a bed.
Not that I want her moving in with me, even temporarily, as she is too unpredictable as her mental health declines. And I am not a martyr, regardless of any bad choices I make trying to be a decent person vs. a dismissive person.
So, what am I doing to make it better? Not much. In fact, I’m adding to my own stress by buying beads to make jewelry (which I cannot do so long as my arthritis is acting up).
No answers here. Just purging my brain of its latest, unproductive thoughts.