Things are hard today, since my son came back to the East Coast to visit for ten days, he has gone back to the streets of Portland.  There are always barriers to climb and to overcome.  He has difficulty acclimating himself back into the routine of the street life once again.  Now he has pitched his new tent in a new spot, since his area was inundated with those who wanted to damage to his possessions.  We are never free.  I continue to hope that this next year will work it's way through since he still has another year on parole.  It's so hard to watch him go through this and yet I can't do the things I'd really like to do to help him because of a lack of money.  I tried to put up a gofundme, but it is not working just as the last one I made didn't do a thing.  I find it difficult to navigate the new systems that are in place all around us.  Sometimes I feel like all I'm talking to is a brick wall.  It's so frustrating when you are faced with such emergencies and which are then met with such apathy.  It's a scary world out there today, to anyone trying to make a dent in the madness.
    When will we be able to get out lives back?!! I wonder where things will wind up.  No, nothing is working right. When they cloud everything over and pretend it is, that doesn't make it any better.  I have been faced with such horrendous difficulties, I wonder when I will be able to move on with my life.  I feel that it is so easy to stagnate in a world that is full of questions, yet no answers.  The impoverishment goes on. Why am I always facing desperate predicaments?!! Some people know how to rake it all in, I always get taken out.