Homeless with a Mental Illness

This pic was taking by a friend. We both decided to volunteer at the Soup Kitchen together. It was my first time. I woke up late, and just sat on my bed wondering if I should go.

Should I show up late?

I did just that. I am so glad I did. There were about 7 volunteers total. We all had different responsibilites in order to prepare for our guests. I was in charge of making the soup. One of my favorite things to do is cook. So it was meant to be.

Once everything was prepared and ready. We took the food out and made an assembly line to pass out the goods. There was cookies, 2 types of sandwiches, and hot vegtable soup. One lucky person is always chosen to sit on a stool and pass out the meals. I was so lucky to be that person for the day. To see these wonderful human beings line up and have smiles on their faces was everything to me. They were so grateful, to the point of asking me how I was doing. I held back the tears as I passed out their meal.

What I learned that day, was compassion and thankfulness. These people had nothing but the clothes on their backs, and yet they were smiling and greeting me with kindness. On my way home, I couldn't help but to think about why they were homeless. I wondered how many of them were homeless because of a mental illness. I couldn't help to think that this could be me. Luckily, I have a support system who I can count on. But, what happens if my support system is no more. I have such a big heart for the homeless. There is a possibilty that it could happen to me. It can happen to anyone for numerous reasons. Wouldn't it be nice to have somewhere for them to go and speak to a therapist, get a hot meal, and stay the night. All they need is an opportunity. We need to become more vocal about mental health.