Here I am. Another way to express myself and share my writing. Another app my ADHD will quickly allow me to forget and eventually feel horrible about when thrown in my pile of “crap I started wanting to be known OR a successful, writer” and was set on fire by the friction of unopened emails and notifications. I'm wondering if I'll ever catch up with life. I started out as a 14 year old adult. I had my pregnancy at the same time i was being prescribed the addiction. When that got used against me because I wanted to go into treatment and get better… the sky fell. Not all at once. I'll give it to you in chapters. If I remember to do that. I still have to find the money and a ride to get cat litter before I suffocate. My fuel pump went out and I'm procrastinating finishing the repairs since I couldn't afford car insurance therefore lost my license again. I actually had it for 3 months this time! Here's my point… I was sentenced to poverty by a judge. He likely wasn't aware of that finality, but if you ask me that's EXACTLY the problem. Or at least the snake head. Nobody knows what REALLY happens when certain labels or words get added to our lives. Nobody believes they can be untrue or inaccurate. Nobody wants to think we live in a world without civil rights and protections. Well.. I've had my custody taken without knowing I was losing it. I've been thrown on the streets with a minutes notice and no eviction process or time required notices. Twice! I've had employers keep my pay for themselves. I've had cops put me in a pose and use personal cells to take pictures of me in handcuffs to laugh at me. I've been bitten by a dog and refused an ambulance by the same sheriff who never wrote a report up and inevitably prevented my claim. I've been told what I could own and made to rehome pets immediately for a changed policy. But then I got housed after homeless years on the waiting list. Then I got a laptop. And I've decided… I'm telling! If I can get my shit together enough to do it.