“I wish I could relearn the days of the week. Time has no meaning for us anymore - days, hours, dates, seasons, they all blur together. Hunger doesn't follow a schedule. I used to look forward to weekends, those two precious days of rest and joy. Now, I barely remember their names. Every day feels the same, an endless cycle of sameness.This is what truly defeats me. I have no hope, no purpose. My existence feels pointless, like I'm just waiting for the inevitable end.The deepest pain is knowing I never had a chance to live with dignity, even for a brief moment. Life never gave me that.”

- Woman in Homelessness