So this is a long shot. My name is Sean and I am homeless right now. My car has also just broken down. It’s currently parked in the parking lot of a Family Dollar. I think it’s the transmission, so it’s most likely totaled—meaning I have little to no transportation anywhere.

My wife and I have been having some pretty serious issues at home. We have trouble communicating with each other effectively, and it is affecting both of us very negatively. So, I agreed to leave the house. I have a 2 month old son. I love him more than anything in this world. My dream would be to have a small apartment and a car so I would be able to create a sustainable distance between my wife and I, but still be able to see my son as often as possible. I try to see him as much as I can.

I have no family in Georgia. My father is a felon who would probably steal money from me before he gave me anything helpful. He promises me help all the time but never actually helps me out.

I am an addict in recovery. I think it’s important to mention and to be transparent about myself. I am currently seeing a doctor and getting Suboxone, which is a medically assisted therapeutic medication that I take every day that removes the majority of my cravings. I love it and have little to no cravings for anything now. I attend as many AA meetings as I can as well.

My life has been really, really hard. Some of it is my own fault, some not. My mother abandoned me as a baby. I’ve never met her. That’s not my fault. Drug addiction, well, that was my choice. I am paying the price of my own choices, but it doesn’t mean I can’t get help out of this hole, right?

Thank you to anybody that supports me. I play a lot of guitar, and maybe I can write you a song if you want? I don’t have much else to offer, unfortunately. It’s getting cold and I am getting more and more scared. I can’t do this alone. I just can’t.