Homeless Adventures: Five Years in the Wilderness
For five years, I lived in the wilderness, sleeping in a tent—not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t afford housing. This wasn’t some grand adventure or a lifestyle choice. It was survival. I wasn’t a drug addict. I wasn’t lazy. I wasn’t someone who "deserved" to be homeless—not that anyone does. I was just someone trying to live, trying to find help, trying to create a life for myself. But the truth is, nobody cared. When you’re homeless, society looks at you like you’re invisible. You’re not a person anymore—you’re a problem. I spent years trying to find help, but every door I knocked on stayed shut. Housing was out of reach, support systems were inadequate, and the people around me turned away as if my situation wasn’t their problem. Living in the wilderness came with its own set of challenges. I lived in the mountains, far from the city. Every day was a relentless cycle of walking up and down the mountain to collect supplies. Food and water were the priorities, a...