Yes I am. I am alone. I am disabled, and homeless living in my van. I have a family history of mental illness and even they abandoned me. My friends, I get it,

Yes I am. I am alone. I am disabled, and homeless living in my van. I have a family history of mental illness and even they abandoned me. My friends, I get it, they just did not understand what happened to me. I make $1600 on disability but I still cannot find housing. Even when people I love your sentiment but virtual hugs do not do it for me, nor for most people in my position. What do we need? An understanding of Mental Illness stigma, housing for the 60% of us homeless who have a serious mood disorder, lower cost housing for the disabled. All of these would give me stability and a community again where I can feel like I am part of something instead of being an outsider. There have been great people that helped me, and I hold no regrets because it reduces the stress and that helps me deal with my mental illness, but all the suffering comes right back, because here I am, alone again, in my van, in a vacant public park, on Christmas morning. You want to really hug me? Start a revolution.