Thoughts: Resilience

From a 17 year old at UC Berkeley, to an 18 year old in LA making 30k a year/working 50 hours a week/AND going to computer programming school by night, to being homeless in Bakersfield at 20 to New Orleans, back to San Francisco working for an Internet company ALL on my own, to having back problems my parents wouldn't help a bit with, going to Mexico for help and ending up and opiate addict, so my back wouldn't hurt, then kicking opiates all on my own while my mom remarried a fat guy who hates me and sold out my inheritance for a Motorcycle movie.
At 22 I was making 50k a year, but I was so emotionally fucked about my mom and my dad and my back that I became a speedball addict. Got fired and took 300 bucks from dad because he wouldn't help me pay for rehab which he told the cops was 10k and then I wsa in court, homeless, and addicted. About two years later and I do 6 months in-patient at a rehab, close my court case, do two years in Sacramento at Community College, write for the newspaper, get my own place, get scholarships and grants to UC Santa Cruz and move there on my own at 26. Oh yeah and 1k a month from mom (which is nowhere near enough to pay for UC!).
I did great at UC, worked at the library for a year, but my back got much worse. I was x-rayed, MRI'ed, given epidural injections, physical therapy, and finally pain management - all of this while being a full time student in college. Mom refused to give me more than 1k a month, so I couldn't pay my medical bills at school, so I couldn't register for classes, so I lost my school-based medical insurence.
So I moved to Arizona where there is free health insurence for the poor and a University which specializes in what I was studying. I transferrred my UCSC credits to the University of Arizona and payed the 100 buck transfer-application fee, then moved to Arizona. - Where mom cut me off of my monthly 1k saying I had "broken the contract" for "dropping out of college." But I never did drop out. I just couldn't pay because of medical bills. Without her 1k a month for support in AZ i couldn't go to University of Arizona either. I'd even registered at Pheonix Community College for two Anth classes for the term that U of A took to evaluate my transfer application.

By cutting me off in the middle of college and my medical emergency, my mother created the "drop out" and "failure" that she loves to talk about so much. In reality I've always been doing my best and her rhetoric is just that, obviously, to any one who looks at the facts (my grades, ect).

I am the picture of resilience. Show me one single person more so. In fact, I dare ANYONE to try being homeless in San Francisco for ONE WEEK without money or friends. If you think what I do is "easy" or "fun" you try it, then we can talk about it. Until then, you'all can shut the fuck up. And have a nice day! =)