You don’t have to be homeless…

As the cold air hits me I wonder for the thousandth time what being homeless feels like. A sinking scary feeling fills my breast. To wander isolated amidst all that holiday cheer has to be devastating. But then again, you don’t have to be homeless to feel that way.

The above quote from fellow blogger, waiterrant, hits home on so many levels for me.

For more years than I care to admit, when the holidays roll around, the isolation germinates at first with a still dead beat of my heart (starting with the first leaves of Fall catching a ride on the wind). The sense of dread grows as the commercialism of the holiday season goes into overdrive, and the loneliness (even in a crowded room) comes to a head as the old standby Christmas songs and television specials litter the airways as sure as the snowflakes fly.

To wander isolated amidst all that holiday cheer has to be devastating.

It is.

Thankfully, the holiday blues will pass a few days into the New Year (and the pity party will end, too). Unfortunately, the time between now and then seems like an eternity.

2 thoughts on “You don’t have to be homeless…

  1. Yesterday my next door neighbor rang my doorbell. She apparently had been standing outside her door for 15 min in the freezing cold trying to get her boyfriend to open the screen door that was locked. I mean it was freezing out. We had three blizzards last week.. As she stood on my stoop I saw her face was bright red, she had no mittens on (foolish girl) and well the point of comment is….after she left and got into her own warm home I thought about my own sorry self. I have a home that I own. I make enough to heat my home as hot or as chilly as I want and as much as I complain that I don’t make enough money, etc.. I do have a home to call my very own. I think about the homeless all the time. Have I done anything to help them? No. Would I? I don’t know. How do I know that they don’t want help?

  2. Thanks for visiting, Inky. And welcome!

    Your comments are spot on – I, too, have a warm and comfortable place to call home. I’m by no means living a wealthy lifestyle – and will frequently hold pity parties to bemoan that fact. However, I am thankful that I have a car that gets me safely from point A to Z safely, a job that DOES keep my family’s bellies full, clean water flowing and a roof over our heads. There are an awful lot of people out there who are less fortunate. Seeing the homeless always makes me sad (and I feel horribly guilty) – and I do wish I could do more to help. There, is, however, that “dignity” factor that I’m always afraid to push…

    Clearly, a warm place to stay and a hot meal are their most critical needs – especially in the northern tier states which are now fully in the throes of winter.

    I freely donate to the local food shelf and another organization that shelters the homeless. There, but for the grace of God, go I…

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