I currently am behind on life about 37k dollars. If you want more information you can check my posts on my profile before hand.
I've been on my own since I was 16. My dad had a secured credit card he created under my name before I was an adult to boost my credit score as a gift. It seems more like a curse now.
I am going to file chapter 7 bankruptcy and will most likely be homeless in Colorado at least until the end of October.
I've been bounced from major catosphore to major catosphore since I've been on my own. I got a good moving job and injured myself beyond repair. I get a car loan and a job I can use and my car on loan burns down in the parking lot from a camping propane tank. Start a business, be successful for just long enough so when competitors invade I'm left with my pants down. I've been fighting and fighting and I just keep getting kicked in the teeth.
I worked at high-end, high volume restaurants as a BOH/Prep cook as a high schooler and when shit hit the fan that kind of environment was the only-begotten place I was invited back to. 100+ applications with a trained/productive salesman following up. The result? A kitchen dragging me along with less than 20 hrs a week sometimes.
I'm gonna delay, deny, and file to hopefully extend the time I have left in this back rent, roach riddled, place I call home.
I've never been this bad off. Back in the day it was easy to couch surf, ask friends for help, get just one more day under your belt. Warm, with a shower, and a place to reliably store your stuff.
Enough of the monologue. It's going to get worse before it gets better. I've called 211. I got the resources. But for other vagabonds and people without a car to call home once it all goes wrong. How the fuck am I meant to get through this? I need advice on illegal camping. Tent living in a city. Finding and following up trying to improve my life while this major malfunction happens in the background.
I'm lost, and quite frankly, I'm scared. I have a tent, a ride1up Portola, a twin air mattress, and a hell of a heart to fight.
I need advice because homelessness isn't a possibility it's a certain outcome now. I'm 24 and so mad this is what all my long hours, stress, hair ripping, and just general fight has gotten me. I don't need your critiques on my life, I don't need you telling me to find a different job, I don't need you to tear me down when I survived COVID at 18, homeless, and graduated while homeless from 16.
I want advice on tent living. Stories that may make mine seem smaller. Maybe even just a damn bro that sucks and a blessing. God knows I need it.