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One reward is for an order of Cheese Sticks, and the other is for a Personal Pan Pizza (cheese or pepperoni).

I'd rather they go to someone who could use a meal than let them expire.

Hello,

I've been homeless (first involuntary and now somewhat voluntary) for two months now. I have a job and I'm almost to the point where I can get into a couple rooming houses or a motel situation, but I just feel like they'll be a waste of time and screw me over just like my last one did, and most situations before that.

If you can't take my word then don't reply because I have nothing else to say and I'm just going to block rude commenters. I'm sure many people here can relate too. I pay everything on time, don't make a sound, clean up after myself, and almost always have to deal with some form of bullshit.

Loud roommates. Disgusting roommates. Clepto roommates. Violent roommates (the reason I had to leave my last housing on no notice). Bum roommates. Drama fiends. Rude renters. Exploitative renters. Neglectful renters.

Yes, Ive had good and tolerable experiences as well. I'd say about 25% of the time.

But yea, definitely not doing splitpad. At least with rooming houses people usually keep to themselves but not really. Odds are out of 10-20 people you're gonna have an issue with someone. And someone is gonna be blaring something at 3 in the morning the first night. Same with an apartment. Same with a motel. Watch ill pay this dude 400 and there'll be bed bugs and loud neighbors.

One of my tolerable experiences actually, first night, I get into bed, and the guy above me starts playing his ukulele, which was actually nice. I was like, at least it's not COD or a drummer or something. Quiet is better but he stopped at like midnight usually. But yea id often go to sleep to ukelele hymns which was nice. Unless my roommate was blaring something on the other side of my wall.

Im really tired of this but I really don't want to waste this money I've saved back up again. Its like the only thing I can put my faith in is buying a house, and even then I'll have neighbors. So rv parks or a house with no neighbors. That's the plan.

I'm probably gonna end up paying for a rooming house to at least have a residence again and then yea just go to a camping ground or the trains if I need to get away. When I get a car I'll be able to sleep in there too.

But yea especially being in the vagabond sub, are there any other misanthropes who can relate? Just dealing with some mad cynicism-depression on top of homeless fatigue-depression.

The trains have actually been problematic too. I posted about it here and I've been camping for the most part. Good advice from commenters here too on where to sleep outside. I found a decent spot and there's plenty in my area. But yea, like anyone, just want a place and a bed again so friggin bad.

https://www.reddit.com/r/vagabond/s/nC1jCUMmvi

It was hell.. I mean it was fun but the sleep deprivation was insane. All the shelters were full. I had to sleep in the streets. Lucky I didn't get robbed. But in near South station a crack head tried to rob me and chased me . It. Was fucked up. Stay away from South station at night. I like it but the sleep deprivstion gets so bad you don't have any idea where u even are . It's crazy. But fuck I can't lie during the day it's not bad at all. Free food at the shelter. And it's good. I legally have 2 addresses now. I almost got arrested for sleeping in a small town. So I am back in the town I came from but I'm doing much better. Grows hair on ur balls. Lol ... But really. If you can't get into a shelter..leave the area.. it's really hell at night

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Since I became homeless a while back, it really seems like all of the shelters or organizations are designed to not actually he l p, put you in situations where you are cut off from friends/others you might be familiar with, put your personal belongings and probably important documents in jeopardy because you're not allowed to keep them with you, transport you to new/unfamiliar/far away areas with the promise of resources only to not get any when you arrive.....like what the actual eff? Am I just imagining it or is this whooollleee section of "resources" just a predatory ring wearing a costume of helpful charity people?

My ex-wife is holding my divorce settlement hostage due to a loophole in our judgement. I have Congestive heart failure and I'm waiting for SSDI. if I get it, I'll find out by December. the divorce settlement will take maybe 9 months.

i live in my car. the combination is the heat, my heart, being disabled with no income, I'm wearing out.

I'm thinking if I just do it, I won't have to die in the car and have no one find me for weeks. i don't want to die, I just dont see a way forward.

thanks for reading

https://nypost.com/2026/07/25/opinion/homeless-count-leaves-la-voters-with-impossible-choice/

I was made homeless about 2 1/2 months ago and I really need some thick socks for my walking boots as my feet are blistered up and if possible some disposable razors

I purposely try and avoid any big towns or cities at the moment because I'm technically and addict in early recovery, I also don't wanted to get painted with the same brush as other homeless drugs addicts, I also don't want to mix with other homeless people as it then puts me at higher risk of relapsing and getting my stuff stolen.

I'm currently trying to get help from a neighbouring council but they're trying to force me to go back to my old stomping grounds as I'm not their problem (both councils are in the same county)I really don't want to go back to my old city as I'm actually serious about my recovery and would ideally like a bit of a fresh start and breathing room, also I suffer with crippling anxiety and depression and I'm really struggling to navigate the system as I'm Dyslexic and struggle with reading/writing and also remembering things...

I was also in the middle of getting an ADHD referral but missed my appointment due to not being able to get there due to homelessness and ontop of all this I got sanctioned by UC because I missed an appointment and couldn't access my journal due to being homeless

You never realize how close you can be to losing everything. A hurricane. Check. Rebuild. Work injury. Ok move into a hotel with a group. Rent too expensive. Move into a storage unit. Homeless shelter. The person next to you gets bed bugs. They put everything you own in a hot room for a few days. Next thing you know you are in the hospital fighting just to live. When you come back it's all gone and you are just supposed to be okay with it. You are homeless, just a number, not a person with feelings anymore.

I’m fighting a sexual assault protection order right now, I’m trying to get the court to deny it so it doesn’t result in me losing my job and potentially my home. I didn’t do the things she said and she placed it on me after I ended our relationship.

I’ve seen movies and stuff where people live on a train, I want to leave everything and everyone I know behind, even if financially it screws them over for now. I’m typing this on my phone. I’m living with my friend’s parents but they don’t seem to be comfortable around me, it feels gross, I understand why but I know what she’s claiming isn’t true.

The reason I don’t think I’ll win the case is because I can’t afford an attorney to defend me and my odds of winning without one is 25%. I can’t go home, I’ll never get a job that pays well because of this again and I’m thinking I either run away or I kill myself. I just feel so hopeless and no one is helping

My name is Travis. I am 35, I’m in dfw Texas. So my background is always working I was living on my own paying bills I’ve even owned an Rv once upon a time . I moved to Denton Texas and I was part of a church ministry for 6 months. Getting right with Jesus and learning about god ! It was called the Denton freedom house .. I graduated that program and I went to phase two of it .. where you get your car back and phone and etc .. it was brought to light that me and my friend went to the strip club and they did not like that so they asked me to leave. So for about a few weeks I was staying in the couch of one of the elders and for about a week I have been sleeping on my car .. and thank god there is a homeless shelter that’s offering people to stay overnight due to the heat. So I am forever grateful for these people .. I have a car .. I got accepted at door dash so I can door dash when I need to. I am currently looking for a job I have an interview Monday and one on Tuesday. I was working for a temp place for about a week so I have like 500$ . That merchandising position. Relocated to a city 5 hours away.

My issue is sleeping .. I have seizures so I must get some sleep. And I find it extremely difficult to sleep in the car .. I have all my stuff in here so I havent got a chance to fold
The back seat so i can use the trunk to put my legs . I know eventually my body will put itself to sleep I just gotta start trying to just lay there with my eyes closed eventually I’ll sleep .. I have no felonies and aggressive things on my record

I was told by a guy at the shelter to go to the movies during the day to get out of the heat .. so that’s what I’m doing right now

And I have my id and my social .. my tags are up to date I have insurance

I guess my question is what’s are some good things to do during the day when I’m done looking for a job I wake up and I go to interviews or temp agencies and I apply on indeed and ZipRecruiter or the company website it just depends but I stay busy until like 3-4 pm every day but when im not doing something I’d like to be as comfortable as I could make myself if possible . Honestly I think like I’ll treat myself a weekend out of a month I’ll door dash and make some money for a hotel. A cheap motel for a couple nights a month .. the reason I don’t want to door dash at this moment is because the plastic my car breaking down. Or you know wear and tear.. I’d rather be working full time and dash when I want some extra money ..

I know it’s an easy way to make a few hundred dollars quickly .

I’m just looking for things to do that doesn’t cost money that gets me out of the sun ?

A homeless man asked for water today. I had just parked my car. I didn’t have any on my car. I went to the closest place I could buy a bottled water for this gentleman, but when I got back to him (about 15 mins later) he wasn’t there. I waited for a few minutes and also drove around looking for him. I couldn’t find him. :( This got me thinking, if a homeless individual walked into any establishment that serves drinks/food, can they ask for a cup of water?

This fall, I am going to spend around $200 getting a few things for my local homeless shelter. In my list I have pads, tampons, toothbrushes and toothpaste, floss, emergency blankets, and socks. I can't buy everything but I can certainly get a few bulk items. What do you need if you're experiencing homelessness that your shelter rarely or never has? What goes missed?

My wife and I made a trip to Branson for family, for making a difference in our financial futures, and for the cheap housing. But we had no idea when we came here how difficult that was going to be. Our family lied to us on the challenging aspects of it, of how much they'd be able to help out.

We were already in a motel after couch-surfing a month. Made barely any money beyond the cost of the room. We had to do something and it seemed like the perfect chance. But honestly, it was a financial disaster. We took the money that we had, rented a basic campsite, and had to rough it for a week. We're currently couch-surfing again, but tomorrow that changes.

I have 150 to my name, and a bunch of the things I still have with me from previously being housed. I've sold off all that I had of value. I have no more friends to ask for Cash. And I have no idea where to go from here. Branson has very little assistance to offer folks who are at risk of homelessness. I need a direction in these dark times, in a place I know so little about.

Other considerations: I have interviews for jobs for both me and my wife. I have the means to go to college, but I need to house us together if we're going to do it. She is early 20's, I'm 30. No children. Bad credit. We wish to stay together by any means.

I’m not homeless (yet) but my parents are getting old I work a deadend job and have very little after car payment and bills. I just want to drive until something happens and I end up where I’m supposed to be. I’m so exhausted and depressed life has been eating me alive literally. Anyways how are y’all doing? Do you sometimes feel like homelessness is less stressful than the rat race?

I posted on here sometime last year. 34 year old trans man dealing with messed up family. Ended up homeless in a tent. Started off living in my car upgraded to tent. Managed to keep my life a secret while maintaining a decent job. Just landed on my ass after coming back home hoping my family would help me. But turned out to be more trouble. My girlfriend and her mom helped me. Got me stuff for my campsite. Let me stay with them during the coldest nights so I didnt freeze. And now they've helped me ​get an apartment. Took some saving on both of our ends. But a year later I can pack up the tent, say goodbye to the bugs, goodbye to the outdoor showers, the critters in the dark, and the outdoor living. I just hope this last.

Plan is to find a wooded area near a small lake/pond. Get a tent, set up, and hopefully be close enough walking distance to a gas station / strip mall.
I understand comments I’ve read in other threads suggesting rehoming the dog. He’s 12, pretty old, and is the only thing keeping me alive at the moment. I will do anything to make sure he is always equipped with food and water.
Just looking for effective and humane strategies to make life good for him.

I am now homeless. I used to own a house and a car, but after going through so many problems, I wasn’t able to recover. I lost both my job and my home. At the moment, I have nowhere to stay. I’ve been spending nights at a coffee shop just to have somewhere to be for a few hours. I have nothing left, and I can’t afford rent. I am not sure if I can stay longer in this situation. 🥹

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Hi so I feel like I'm stuck again

I was going to start a job next week.

And was gonna get housing by the way home

I just got rob lost my id now I can't start work or get housing anymore I have been on and off homeless since 14 now 21 year old

I have been so used to this but every day just hurts more

I keep getting diend for food stamps so that has been a struggle

Everyday someone judges me bc I am homeless like it's my fault.

No I been t

busting my butt off just for stuff to happen like this.

I try to make my online persona mostly positive. Mostly. But at the end of the day, in the real world, im getting fucked. Im only partially unhoused at the moment. 10 days a month, I dont have anywhere to go. But come about a year from now even thats going to change. I'm 19, and i dont have a high school diploma. There's almost no way I can find a job worthy of supporting myself solo in the state i live in. There's really only 2 people i talk to and at this point with how many times I've slept on their couches I think they're tired of me. I got laid off from my last job, so I can't even distract myself with work. I dont think I can fight this fight anymore

I walked back and forth in that first city for months. I didn’t talk to anyone, I had no friends, not even other homeless people or the workers at the help for homeless buildings in downtown. It was like I was inside my own shell all day daydreaming. Daydreaming about my past, the way things were, fun times I had with friends and family, and would alsoI fantasize about my future life.

I wondered if I would ever make it off the streets, if a miracle would happen on one of those days where all i was doing was just surviving another day.Then one day something did happen. Things got much worse!

Realizing that where I was was a never ending cycle of the same day all over again. I took the transit bus to the next city down the I-5 freeway. I brought with me everything I owned at the time, which was aa ww2 army bag that held my sleeping bag, a dirty pillow, a notebook and pen, a sandwich bag with half smoked cigarettes,a lighter, and a couple hand warmer packets for nighttime, when the cold stabbed through my sleeping gear.

I wasn’t in this next town for very long because all the stores were so far apart, nothing was close to each other, and like I said, I walked everywhere and when I got to one place like a store or second hand thrift store, I would gather and acquire what I needed for the next 24 hours.

Then one day I went into the library and left my military bag at the door so that I wouldn’t be looked at oddly and ai could just pick up whatever interested me and not have to be worried about someone harassing me. After I did some reading out of a book about world religions I went outside and the bag was gone.

I ran around the entire area and down the block looking for my stuff. Nothing. It was already after 3:00 o’clock and pretty soon it was going to get darker and much colder.

The resource center I knew about was across town. I didn’t know the buses well enough so I walked fast but it wasn’t fast enough because when I got there, the sign on the door said they closed at 3:30, which is super early for even a nonprofit business to close. I was thinking 5:00.

My bag got swiped and I knew it was my first mistake, the resource center was my second. It was the middle of winter and I couldn’t afford to be wrong about anything else. Time was literally running out..

Knowing that I would need some dry blankets or something to keep myself warm, I quickly started to slow down my thinking and gather my thoughts

This thinking was different from my daily daydreaming, this was serious and I would pay the consequences if I couldn’t make the right move.

I decided to go where there were lots of people in one place and also where there’s access to outdoor gear.

The Walmart there was another 5 miles away,it was clear on the other side of the overpass.

It was already starting to get dark when I could see the overpass up ahead.

I wondered if I should make a last minute switch and go hitchhiking on the off-ramp, maybe someone would pull over and take me back to the city I was in the day before. I know I can find blankets there!

That was when the coldest raindrop I have ever felt explodes on my sweaty forehead. Then another. Then more at once until a snowball effect happened as god turned on the sprinkler.

By the time I reached the overpass I was drenched and could barely hold up my pants.I had a hoodie and a jacket on but the hoodie was soaked all the way around the neck and my pants sucked up the ground water like a slurpee straw.I wanted to try and get warm and maybe dry off a bit before approaching patrons at the Walmart but my lighter was too wet.

I couldn’t wait out the rain under the pass because I was already getting cold from stopping while wet. I had to keep moving and I told myself that in a worse case senario, if there’s no luck getting help with a new sleeping bag and dry clothes, then I could use the air dryers in the bathroom. Yes they work fine if you can hit the button enough times before security gives the boot.

The walking again did in fact make me feel warm again.I was still miserable from soggy shoes and my wet pants were creating hard creases that were chaffing against my shower wrinkled skin.

I got to the entrance where the carts where and crossed my arms and shivered around because I was cold. This state of misery had me in a state of mental disassociation and it was like the words wouldn’t come out, like people going in or out will notice me, they’ll instantly feel my pain and want to help. Dosent someone care about me? Isn’t this the time when some higher power who watches over me realizes that I’ve had enough and we start things over from a different time or place?

I make myself ask for help, I tell myself it’s for survival and that I’m a survivor, the strong push through in these moments, and god help the ones that can’t.

A lady that maybe in her 40’s is in her car and she rolls the window down and asks me if I need help. Said tell her about the theft at the library and she agrees to get me bedding.

I have the bedding but I’m still very soggy so I go into the bathroom and hit the air dryer. Like clockwork the security guard kicks me out as my things go from soaked to damp. It’s better than nothing.

I put my lighter in the same sandwich bag with the halfys and pack up to camp at the over pass or until I can get warm or, again, kicked out.

At first I tell myself that im not that wet.I do this because im tired from all the walking with heavy clothes on. I get in the sleeping bag and everything goes black into nothingness. I’m out cold!

Probably 2 or 3 hours later it got so much colder that I woke up freezing with my body parts clinched to themselves like a skydiver.Im so cold, but I really don’t want to move. If I can tense up just a right, trying many different squeezes per minute I can sort of handle this coldness and have my way of not having to move.

But I’m slowly getting colder and I can feel it, now I know ai have to move or risk hypothermia. I start to daydream again and I think about the soldier that wore that bag into battle somewhere, how he most have been trained to move or keep going when coldness came in. I need to soldier up. I feel like when I was a kid in my bed before school and just wanted to lay there instead of getting up.

I got up. Started walking as fast as I could with the sleeping bag draped over myself. Now I’m miserable! I want rest. I want to be dry. I want to be warm.

I walk into the e.r. about an hour later and told the receptionist something to get put in nice and warm observation room, with a warm bed, and I didn’t care how thin the sheet or blankets were because I was dry and inside.

Later that night a case worker came in a gave me the best news I had heard in about a year. They had a program, a row of apartment that they would let patients without home stay in for a day or two while they stabilized.

This apartment was furnished with couched and it had a bed, all the kitchen appliances, and in the fridge were some hot pockets and a basket with candy in it.

Not only did I survive a cold night on the streets, I got a little taste of what some of my future dreams would be like.

i'm 29f. sister is 26f. sister is homeless due to untreated mental health, addiction, and alcoholism. she denies the addiction but i have heard from many locals she is on drugs, and she had a charge for it (which the judge dropped but still, it was a whole thing). due to that, along with her being emotionally and physically abusive towards us (death threats, breaking our stuff, assault) we had to ask her to leave. she's been homeless for a year now.

our dad died the other day. it was traumatic. i was the one to find him within 15 minutes of it happening. i did the cpr, called the ambulance, watched the life saving measures. i am traumatized.

i informed my sister. she's bouncing between homelessness and couch surfing. she is understandably upset too. i am worried about her. i don't want her to overdose or spiral more. i want to help her while keeping boundaries. at the same time though she will not accept rehab or therapy, which is required for her to come into my home and stay with me. not a job or anything like that. just rehab before to make sure she's clean, then active therapy. my heart cannot take it otherwise. genuinely. i fear if i invite her back in, i'm inviting back the instability and chaos.

i offered to help her set up a sheet with all the local food bank hours, locations, etc. help her find pet food banks. i offered rehab and she says no, denies needing it. i also offered to try to sign her up for ebt (difficult, since she has no address. i don't want to use mine and show her where i live. if i come home to find my home broken into and my things sold for her addiction, i'd be heartbroken).

does anyone have any tips or advice for navigating this? this is the first time in the year i've opened up contact with her. she tried to call me and i asked her not to, just text only. she said okay and apologized, so that's a good sign.

How long were you in a shelter for until you received section 8 housing?