Sorry for the late reply. I appreciate your sharing your perspective here, and so I wanted to share a bit of mine as well. I learned a lot about myself when I was homeless, but especially prior to getting evicted, when I was still living in my home. I was a full-blown basket case. Crying, shaking, not eating, sick. I was a mess. I never knew I could fall apart with such absolute skill, Lol, but I did. I mastered the art of freaking out. So thoroughly, so completely. Looking back on it, it was so bad it is almost funny. Almost. I also learned a great deal about my son. He has a calm, coolness about him that I thought would evaporate like thin air once we became homeless, but to my amazement (and sometimes to my complete aggravation, to be quite honest) he became even more calm and more cool, and very relaxed about the whole thing. My son only complained once the whole 2 and 1/2 years we were homeless, other than that, I dare say he loved it. When we were living in a motel and he was unable to go to school, he was able to draw and make music, go to bed and wake up whenever he wanted. He loved it, thrived in that space. That space of calm. He no longer had to listen to me crying uncontrollably every day, fretting about what we were going to do since we were unable to pay our 2,200 a month rent, or his 1,800 a month private school tuition. I learned that living in a house/going to a school I could no longer pay for was much more tedious on the psyche than getting evicted ever was. Getting evicted was freedom. Peace and quiet. Calm. Kind of reminds me of when 2 people are married but hate each others guts but they decide to stay together for the good of the children, seemingly blind to the fact that their being together is last thing that the children need at this point. And how a calm comes about when the 2 fighting people finally go their separate ways, and co-parent from a distance. After I let that house go, I began to thrive as well, but I had to learn that some workers who are supposed to help the homeless, will actually work against you. Not all of them, but some of them. They make it their duty to try and make you jump through hoops. Sorry that you got kicked out of the shelter for families. That happened to us too. It was then that I realized that I have to be strong because others who are supposed to be helping me will actually work against me. That realization brought out a "drive" in me, and I began to really pray and work, to change my life for the better.