It can always be worse....

Listening to a DC radio program about the largest homeless shelter in DC, DC General. The interview is with a mother of 4, whose two oldest children are with relatives. Her mother died 9 months ago, and she and her two youngest moved to the shelter 6 months ago. In the late spring, an 8 YO child disappeared from the shelter, reputed to have been taken by a janitor employed there. He committed suicide, but the child was never found. Residents struggle with transportation, food, jobs, and raising sufficient money to move to a home of their own, in a city where even a studio apartment is over 1000$ a month.

It helps me to remember that the only way to change is to move forward.

Yep. The mother being interviewed had a good attitude. She said the hardest part was not being dragged into the anger and negativity of others. She said she stays in her room to remove herself from the anger of the other residents. People who are depressed due to their life circumstances can't always direct their frustration. Or treat it.

It makes my struggles so paltry. Yes, anxiety-producing for me, but really small in the greater scheme of things.