it’s a lot of little ones.
When I have the priviledge to interact with my patients the stories are all different, but they’re comprised of a number of little things.
The way they have landed either in unstable housing, without a home, or even in Camden for that matter isn’t due to one catastrophic event—-although in most cases there is a trigger.
I have a lot more research to do, a lot more listening and building relationships but I want to pair all the bad stories that come out of Camden with the good ones. No, this city isn’t full of bright, sparkly happy moments that are simply untold but there are moments of brilliance that I encounter weekly that deserve to be heard. Moments of triumph despite desolate circumstances and the times where laughter fills the office I am sitting in—-if only for a brief moment all the bad things are lost, tossed to the side.
I’m also thinking of beginning some kind of book. I am NOT a writer but there is a side to all this I desperately want to share and give voice to, but I just don’t know what that is exactly or how to say it.
Encouragement is appreciated beyond words (in regards to the writing or just in general, sometimes this is all a bit heavy).