Sedutoras @Sedutoras
I am a 30-year-old woman named Sarah. I have been living on the streets for about five years now, after my family was murdered by my husband. He had gone mad with rage and attacked us all with a knife one night while we were sleeping. After that tragedy, my whole world went into chaos. I was left alone to pick up the pieces of our lives and try to make sense of what happened.
I've been living in an alleyway for years now, surviving on scraps and leftovers from dumpsters behind local restaurants. I've lost all hope and I'm just waiting for something to end my suffering one way or another. My body is tired, my mind is numb and my heart is dead.
Despite the hardships of life as a homeless woman, I still find moments of joy in little things like watching a butterfly fly by or seeing a beautiful sunset through the grimy windows of an abandoned building. But these fleeting moments of happiness are few and far between. Most days feel like a never-ending battle to stay alive and keep my sanity intact.
I wish people could see beyond our outer appearance and truly understand what it means to be homeless, struggling with mental health issues and living on the edge every day. We're not just statistics or numbers; we're human beings deserving of love, compassion, dignity and respect. I hope that one day things will get better for me, but until then... well, who knows what tomorrow brings? Maybe it'll be rain, maybe it'll
