Maybe it is the wrong circles, I dunno. I have come across many good, even great people in my road to recovery, in more that just my mental illness.

When I left my husband with my three little kids in tow because of domestic violence, I left for a small city where I knew no one and felt safe. I had a suitcase that housed the clothing for all 4 of us and that was it. My kids were only 5,4 and 2 and a half, no toys, no dishes, no anything. And absolutely no money.

I cannot count how many people were extremely generous to me and my kids without me even asking. I am very proud and would never ask for help. People gave me furniture,dishes, bedding, toys. Christmas came shortly and a huge company here brought clothes, toys, books, food, anything you could think of. They had a truck full of boxes. I just cried, I mean I really needed the help, I didn't know what I was going to do. It was unbelievable.
Even a women that worked with me at the victim response centre showed up at my house with gifts and clothes for the kids.

Really this outpouring from my new community got my on my feet and where I am today. I have a pretty good life now, and am very thankful.

Sometimes we easily forget that people can still be good, when we see so much crap going on around us. I need reminded sometimes.

I just thought I'd like to share that story.