Well I don't really know what to say this time, so much has happened since my last post. My laptop was stolen while I was at the dream center. The dream center used the DCFS to kidnap my kids, then tossed me out on the street and now the dream center is refusing to allow me on the property to eat. I thought this was a christian place meant to help people but it's not, it's just a cult out for money and building another wacko texas deal. If I posted earlier about how great it was was, that was before my horror. They have my kids and I am unable to get them back. I am gagged and muzzled by these cretons and when I tell people the truth, the dream center makes me out to be a liar. You really, REALLY have to be inside the walls to see that I am telling the truth. 4 months of the sidewalk......I am so depressed right now. I am at my lowest since I was in China. this all makes me think being abused over there was better than what I am going through; my husband told me leaving him would be a nightmare...the dream center and DCFS prooved him right. I would go back imediately if I could have the kids back. Sometimes the worst situation possible is not the worst untill you muck with it trying to get something better. Live in a crappy roach infested apartment is better than the streets, being beatten everyday is better than loosing my kids and living on the streets worrying about them and not able to do anything for yourself. when you need something now and no one is there to help, then what is the point? Everyone here seems to need help, but get no answers.....useless, and now filled with more hopelessness than ever in my life. I have turned to prostitution to survive, something I had once vowed never to do, but there is no way to live without money and in Los Angeles you have 3 groups of people: 1) the rich celebrities 2) the illegal mexicans and 3) the millions of homeless people left for dead.
I once thought homeless people got that way because of drugs and alcohol. Now I see they turned to drugs and alcohol because it is easier to face the reality in a drug induced dream than to face hunger and no place to sleep and no one cares daily reality.
