Three years ago, my ex-husband threw me out of our home with nothing but a duffle bag with a change of clothes and a plane ticket to my home state. His reasoning was because I was mentally ill and he was "tired of trying to fix me". I was homeless for a year before I found a home in a group home for the mentally ill. I spent a year and a half there before I moved into a supervised apartment. In November 2018, I moved into my own apartment, enrolled in GED school, adopted a pet, and I got my first job doing volunteer work (I am disabled) today.

Sorry for bragging. I just can't believe how far I've come.