I have a condition of sorts that makes it extremely difficult to socialize in a functional way. This makes it impossible for me to maintain those things necessary for independent living. Lord knows I've tried. As I approach 50 years of age, I think it's pretty clear that I will always need a bit of help in keeping myself out of homelessness.
The world has a way of measuring success that I cannot conform to, the ability to do so is just not in me. And for this, by all accounts, I am a failure. But, as a consequence of this, almost by default, I have learned a great deal about homelessness. And it seems that a lot of people are interested in hearing what I have to say about it, stories of my own experiences, my observations on homelessness, and my opinions on why homelessness is the way it is. And so, oddly enough I have found a way of succeeding that is outside of what is expected. As a homeless advocate I have discovered I have some worth. No, I still cannot make a living at it, I wish I could. But I now know that I have value and a good purpose to live for.