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The Street Situation
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The Street Situation

Many teens and adults live on the streets. I am also one who has had an experience being on the streets; it is not a fun situation to be in. Many people living on the streets have to worry about where they are going to sleep and where their next meal is going to come from. For some street people, they turn to drugs and alcohol as a way out! Some can’t handle or survive on the streets and commit suicide or die a slow death. Before I was living on the streets, I used to ignore the street people, now I know how it feels to be ignored. There is nothing but poverty, hopelessness, rejection, anger, hate, and no love. If you could look into the hearts of these special people, your heart would be broken. Where hopelessness grips your heart and squeezes the life out of you. Where depression literally controls your mind, there is that thought of suicide, which after a while gets deep down into your mind and then suicide becomes death. These street people need love, think about it.            

This was a story about some street life situations... 

Help for Depression: An Exercise in the Illogical

Getting help for depression turned out to be an exercise in the illogical. I was the person least equipped to be my own advocate, guide and researcher. Yet that was exactly what the mental health system expected of me. My illness was preventing me from being a functional person, but the system needed me to be superhuman before they would help. I didn’t want to live, let along make phone calls and search websites. When you tell your family physician you are ill, they diagnosis and treat you from start to finish. They don’t ask you to research antibiotics or book the operating room. You are allowed to pass the responsibility of your health to trained professionals you can trust to guide your decisions within a stable environment. Apparently mental health issues don’t warrant the same kind of attention. I was closer to death than most people who walk in to a general practitioner, but that didn’t give me the right to full support and help. They just reinforced everything negative I already believed about my value as a person, blowing things out of proportion and failing to cope in reality. I was paralyzed and delayed many parts of my treatment as a result. I feel like I had to drag the system kicking and screaming, down my path to recovery.