This one asked more of me than most things I write. It's not an essay about homelessness — it's an account of what the body keeps doing after the crisis ends. The survival math. The bus-stop math. The why-doesn't-anyone-check-on-me math.
I'm sharing it here first, unfiltered, because you've earned it.
Read the full piece here: https://send.kosmicquill.com/a/you-are-still-breathing-bmc-posthtml-BHd2QPIE
If this one stayed with you, you might also like:
The Manual of the Human Spirit: A Free Survival Guide for Anyone Who's Ever Had Nothing
Leaning on Community: Help Me Heal and Keep the Quill Moving