I’m not coping, busses can kill, my needs, Facebook Page, and your help
I’m not coping. Most “Westerners” in developed countries who are intelligent, educated, and/or compassionate should be able to quickly understand that statement. Nevertheless, I would be astounded if more than four readers had even a passing understanding of what I mean why I say, “I’m not coping.” In fact, I would be impressed if more . . .
I have curable illness. I’m homeless. I want to work but I can’t. I’m in pain every day. I can’t get enough support to mitigate the pain. I can’t get enough support to end my homelessness. I can’t get enough support to cure my illness. I’ve asked for help for six years, but I can’t . . .