A new problem has emerged. In a few weeks, it will be difficult for me to receive help. Plus, my father will probably exploit my new problem to continue his abusive, manipulative behavior.
Providing housing to homeless people fixed their homelessness.
My tent, my backpack, my medicine, the agar, everything.
I can’t afford to stay. I can’t afford to leave.
I made excellent progress today towards healing and financial independence, but now I don’t have enough money for food and medicine.
The trap: no money so no cure so no work so no money. And how I can escape the trap.
Through crazy luck, I acquired the psilocybin I have been looking for.
I had a great plan. It almost turned my life around.
My symptoms are better, I have an opportunity to earn money, but I need more medicine.
I found psilocybin.