I found that when I was without a place, like you walk into a house or an apartment or a room, you say, “This is my place,” I compartmentalized everything into a pause button except staying safe and alive. I am gradually coming out of that place. I don’t quite remember how I found out that Kamala Harris was the Democratic Nominee for president.
I think I shared it on Facebook. Then I got an email. I joined a Zoom meeting without knowing it was to talk about her nomination. So, I was one of the forty-seven thousand black women.
So, we’re at the point where sanity is a selling point for a presidential candidate. She’s young enough to function as the POTUS. The next day, I watched Al Jezera for a while. I noticed that she’s still allies with Netanyahu. I learned that governments and counties are blowing people up and starving people into extinction. They were doing that before I was homeless, but it is stepped up. I stopped watching after a while because I didn’t want to become too depressed to get out of bed.
I ran into someone that I knew from a shelter. He lost his job due to layoffs. I sent him some leads from The Success Center in East Oakland that I used to get this computer, as well as a job making cookies that got me this place.
I sent him a link to Jason Mitchel on Facebook. In about two months, I’ll feel fully back. And still on my track of maintaining my sanity. I’m unpacking what I learned during my wandering, a learning that I asked for about twenty years ago… to find and get rid of the hidden beliefs and psychological blocks that were standing in my way.