Back To California

I thought I was in a good place, that I was strong, that I was ready to continue my education, to put interpersonal relationships aside and focus on bettering myself.
I don't know if it was the stress of trying to attend school while living in a homeless shelter or if it was something that I had been taught to internalize (the idea that I wasn't worth my own effort). What caused it doesn't matter what matters is that I ended up scared and helpless again not that I ever really wasn't.