I just finished watching a recent video by Bob on Depression and the nomadic life. It really hit home for me. I have been in my van full time for 2 months now. I've made it a huge adventure for the most part, been scared shitless and hid it as usual, but I also feel like, in spite of the adversity, it has been one of the healthiest choices I've made for myself, mentally.
Life is really hard out here, especially with no form of stable income. I can be quite resourceful, and have stumbled upon some neat short term gigs, great food kitchens and pantries, and some pretty cool people overall.
Yet, I have also been forced to face head on the reality that my pending disability application truly is necessary. A "survivor " of childhood abuse, a lifetime of undiagnosed, untreated depression, eventual labels that sent me into a whole new spiral of depression, multiple adult traumas and suicide attempts, I just don't seem to function well in society anymore, or maybe I never did lol.
The past two months have been cathartic. I loaded my van Friday, September 13th, not knowing for certain what i was doing past reaching Colorado. I haven't stayed anywhere more than 5 days and while I most definitely enjoy the peace of nature, resources often require that I urban camp. I am slowly getting rid of unnecessary items and creating a comfortable interior.
I plan on checking out the link nomadchapter.org mentioned in Bob's video, and while having a hard time committing to anything these days, I really want to try for the RTR as well.
Sharing more about myself is something new to me. Perhaps this should have been my Newcomer introductory post, yet it is what it is. I had vault toilets on the brain the day I joined.
Life is really hard out here, especially with no form of stable income. I can be quite resourceful, and have stumbled upon some neat short term gigs, great food kitchens and pantries, and some pretty cool people overall.
Yet, I have also been forced to face head on the reality that my pending disability application truly is necessary. A "survivor " of childhood abuse, a lifetime of undiagnosed, untreated depression, eventual labels that sent me into a whole new spiral of depression, multiple adult traumas and suicide attempts, I just don't seem to function well in society anymore, or maybe I never did lol.
The past two months have been cathartic. I loaded my van Friday, September 13th, not knowing for certain what i was doing past reaching Colorado. I haven't stayed anywhere more than 5 days and while I most definitely enjoy the peace of nature, resources often require that I urban camp. I am slowly getting rid of unnecessary items and creating a comfortable interior.
I plan on checking out the link nomadchapter.org mentioned in Bob's video, and while having a hard time committing to anything these days, I really want to try for the RTR as well.
Sharing more about myself is something new to me. Perhaps this should have been my Newcomer introductory post, yet it is what it is. I had vault toilets on the brain the day I joined.
