Wednesday, July 2, 2025

No Place to Land: Homelessness, Addiction, and the Search for Stable Ground


No Place to Land: Homelessness, Addiction, and the Search for Stable Ground

Let’s get brutally honest. When I was a kid, “homelessness” was a word on the evening news, attached to cities far from my quiet corner of Wisconsin. It was sad, sure, but it wasn’t here. Fast forward: it’s everywhere. It’s my clients, my neighbors, sometimes the people standing in front of me at the gas station—tired, sunburned, bundled against the cold, hoping nobody notices how long it’s been since they had a real shower.

And it’s personal. I spent time in a homeless shelter myself—bunk beds lined up like a prison, the air thick with stress, trauma, and way too many bodies crammed in too small a space. The food was expired vending machine “donations,” the rules rigid (in by 8, out by 7), and the sense of safety? Nonexistent. I was lucky enough to claw my way out, but it was more grit and luck than skill or support.

The Winter “Home”: Campers, Cars, and Nowhere to Go

In northern Wisconsin, the new face of homelessness isn’t always a cardboard sign on a street corner. It’s a camper parked behind a big-box store, or a family living out of a minivan, or someone couch-surfing until their welcome wears out. More and more, I see clients trying to survive winter in tiny, uninsulated campers—spaces meant for summer vacations, not negative wind chills. Water freezes solid, space heaters blow fuses, and frost creeps in through every crack.

I've had clients tell me about using duct tape and old blankets to seal up windows, sleeping in layers of clothes, and running propane heaters all night with the windows cracked just enough to (hopefully) avoid carbon monoxide poisoning. I've seen parents try to homeschool their kids in twelve feet of camper space, juggling recovery, schoolwork, and the daily grind of survival. These are not “lifestyle choices”—they’re acts of desperation.

The Ugly Feedback Loop: Homelessness and Addiction

As a substance abuse counselor (who’s also lived it), I know that addiction and homelessness don’t just overlap—they tangle together in ways most people can’t even imagine. Sometimes the addiction comes first, burning through jobs, relationships, and apartments until there’s nothing left but a car and a habit. Other times, homelessness comes first, and the despair, boredom, and trauma drive people straight into the arms of meth, opioids, or whatever else is available.

Meth was my drug of choice. At first, it felt like a miracle for my ADHD brain—I could focus, get stuff done, even sleep and eat (until I couldn’t). But that “magic” quickly turned into psychosis, paranoia, and a sense of being hunted even when I was alone. When you’re homeless, meth promises energy, escape, and numbness. But it also makes everything—housing, relationships, getting help—a thousand times harder.

I see clients every day who are battling the same loop. They want to get clean, but where do you even start when you’re living in a camper, with no consistent address, no way to store meds, and nowhere safe to sleep? The barriers stack up fast:

  • No insurance or insurance that nobody accepts
  • No transportation—especially in rural areas
  • No ID, which means no job, no housing application, no services
  • Criminal records that slam doors before you even knock
  • Mental health struggles that get overlooked or dismissed as “just the drugs”
  • A system that loves its waiting lists and paperwork more than people

Shelters, “Resources,” and the Reality Check

Let’s talk about “shelters” for a minute. If you’ve never stayed in one, count your blessings. They’re loud, crowded, and often full of people just as traumatized as you are—some trying to get clean, some not. Most have rigid curfews, few offer any real privacy, and the food is…well, let’s just say you learn to appreciate the taste of expired granola bars.

Clients tell me all the time how hard it is to follow up on treatment or job leads when you’re out the door at 7 a.m., your belongings in a trash bag, praying nobody steals your shoes. Finding a quiet place to call social services or schedule an intake appointment is nearly impossible when you’re worried about finding a safe place to charge your phone. And don’t get me started on the stigma—both from the outside world and sometimes from staff who are burnt out and underpaid.

The Camper Survival Guide (a.k.a. Making It Work When You Shouldn’t Have To)

In northern Wisconsin, “living off the grid” isn’t Instagram-worthy minimalism—it’s making a 1992 Jayco your year-round address. Here’s what real creativity looks like:

  • Layering up in every piece of clothing you own to survive January nights
  • Using laundromats as makeshift warming shelters
  • Bartering labor for propane or a hot shower
  • Stashing your meds in a cooler so they don’t freeze
  • Learning which parking lots don’t call the cops on overnight stays
  • Scavenging for firewood, or using food pantries to stretch meals

Some folks double up with friends or family—until they’re politely or not-so-politely asked to leave. Others rotate between motels, shelters, and cars. Every day is a hustle, and every small comfort is a victory.

Barriers to Stability—And Why the System Keeps Failing

The simple truth is, you can’t get well if you don’t have somewhere safe to land. I see people lose their spot in treatment or relapse because they missed a single appointment—usually because the bus didn’t show, their car broke down, or they just couldn’t make it from the campground to the clinic in time.

Landlords don’t want to rent to people with criminal records, evictions, or visible signs of substance use. Transitional housing is rare as unicorns. Recovery residences and sober living houses often have long waitlists or strict rules that don’t work for everyone. Even when someone’s ready to change, the “housing first” approach is still the exception, not the rule.

And then there’s the mental toll: the trauma, the hopelessness, the sense that you’re invisible or disposable. I’ve had clients break down in my office, not because they can’t get sober, but because they can’t find a way out of survival mode long enough to even try.

What’s Out There? Getting Creative with Solutions

If you’re in the thick of it, here’s what I’d tell you as both a counselor and someone who’s been there:

  • Start anywhere you can. Even if it’s a shelter or a church basement, get connected. Outreach centers and drop-in services can point you toward case management, housing lists, and sometimes emergency help.
  • Ask about Recovery Residences and Sober Living. These aren’t perfect, but they can bridge the gap between the street and stability.
  • Don’t overlook small, local charities or harm-reduction groups. Sometimes the best help is off the radar—churches, community organizations, even social media groups.
  • Paperwork is power. Keep every document, every application, every scrap of evidence that you exist and are trying.
  • Peer support matters. Find people who’ve been through it and made it out, and lean on them for advice and encouragement.

And for those of us trying to help:

  • Advocate, advocate, advocate. Push for “housing first” models, integrated care, and trauma-informed services.
  • Partner with anyone who will listen. Landlords, businesses, churches, community groups—sometimes change happens one ally at a time.
  • Remember: progress is progress. Celebrate the small victories, and don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.

We Need a Movement, Not a Band-Aid

Homelessness isn’t going to disappear with another pamphlet or another round of “thoughts and prayers.” We need more affordable, accessible housing. We need treatment that meets people where they are—including in campers, cars, and motels. We need a system that recognizes that people with criminal backgrounds or substance use histories are still people—worthy of dignity, safety, and a shot at a new life.

I don’t need to be a millionaire. I want to be filthy rich in impact. If you’re reading this, you’re part of the movement. Share resources, tell your story, speak up for those who can’t. Let’s stop treating homelessness and addiction like personal failings, and start treating them like the solvable crises they are.

If you’ve got a resource, a tip, or just a story to share, drop it in the comments. If you know someone who needs this, please pass it on. Let’s see how big of a wave we can make—because nobody should have to choose between survival and recovery, and everyone deserves a place to land.-Belle-

Monday, June 30, 2025

Meth, Madness, and Misdiagnosis: Why We’re Getting It Wrong (and What It’s Really Like on the Inside)


Meth, Madness, and Misdiagnosis: Why We’re Getting It Wrong (and What It’s Really Like on the Inside)

Welcome to the Meth Mind Maze

If you want to know what it’s like to lose your grip on reality, just ask someone who’s been deep in meth addiction. No, really—ask them. They’ll probably tell you about the paranoia, the mood swings, the all-night “projects,” and, if they’re like me, maybe even a psychosis episode or two. Meth is everywhere in my community, and it’s not just a “problem drug”—it’s a mind-wrecker, a diagnosis confuser, and a destroyer of hope.

Meth was my drug of choice. I have ADHD, so at first, meth felt like a miracle: I could focus, I could get stuff done, I could even sleep and eat (at least until I’d been up too long). But there’s a thin, invisible line between “tuned in” and “tweaked out.” Cross it, and you’re in the Meth Mind Maze—a place where you can’t trust your own thoughts, and nobody around you can tell what’s meth and what’s mental health.


Psychosis, Paranoia, and the Great Diagnostic Mystery

I’ll be honest: nobody ever handed me a pamphlet called “So You’re Having Meth-Induced Psychosis.” I wish they had. When my mind finally snapped—during a night when my brother had my car and I lost my shit completely—nobody told me what was happening. I thought I was crazy. I was terrified, desperate, and ended up in a very dark place. My suicide attempt during that time? That was psychosis, but nobody named it for me. Nobody said, “This is the meth talking. This is what it does.”

And it’s not just me. In treatment, I’ve seen dozens of clients diagnosed with bipolar, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder—all while they’re still high on meth, or coming down hard. The paranoia, the racing thoughts, the hallucinations—meth can mimic just about every symptom in the DSM. You see someone coming into residential, still buzzing, still half in another world, and you’re supposed to figure out: Is this addiction, is this mental illness, or is it both? How can you even tell until their brain starts to clear?


The 30-Day Myth and the Reality of Recovery

Here’s a dirty little secret from the trenches: a 30-day program barely scratches the surface for heavy meth users. When someone comes in using massive doses, it can take weeks just to get back to baseline. And until then? Good luck diagnosing anything. I’ve seen clients ping-pong from “bipolar” to “schizophrenic” to “oh, maybe it was just the meth” in a matter of weeks. The truth is, most professionals are just guessing until the fog lifts.

And for the client? It’s a nightmare. You start to believe you’re broken in every possible way. You’re told you have a mental illness, then maybe you don’t, then maybe you do again. Nobody talks about meth-induced psychosis, or what it feels like to come out of it. Nobody tells you how long it will last, how bad it can get, or if it’ll ever go away.


When the Dust Settles: What Sticks, What Doesn’t

In my own recovery, my mind started to come back. The anxiety and depression are still here (thanks, brain chemistry), but the worst of the madness faded as the meth left my system. My dependent personality disorder? Not really a thing anymore—I grew out of it, or maybe I just grew, period. But the scars from those years—being misunderstood, misdiagnosed, and half-believed—those stick around.

Professionals: I wish you could feel what psychosis is like, just for an hour. Not because I want anyone to suffer, but because you’d never forget how real and terrifying it is. And I wish, back then, someone had been honest with me about what meth does to the brain—how it blurs every line, how it makes diagnosis a moving target, and how vital it is to wait before slapping a label on someone who’s still coming down.


Why We Get It Wrong—And Why It Matters

Meth is the king of confusion. It’s a master of disguise. And in a world where mental health and addiction are still treated like two separate planets, people fall through the cracks every single day. I’ve seen clients medicated for things they didn’t have, ignored for things they did, or written off entirely because “it’s just the drugs.” The stigma is still brutal—people hide their mental health struggles, or they downplay what meth is really doing to their minds.

The cost? People lose hope. They fall deeper into addiction, or they give up on treatment altogether. And professionals—good ones—burn out trying to play detective instead of healer.


What Needs to Change? (And What Can You Do?)

If you’re in recovery, or thinking about it:

  • Know that you’re not crazy. Meth does wild things to the mind, and you’re not alone if you’ve been lost in the maze.
  • Give yourself time. Your brain needs a chance to heal before you can know what’s really you and what’s the drug.
  • Ask questions. If you’re slapped with a diagnosis while you’re still coming down, ask about meth-induced psychosis and the timeline for reevaluating.

If you’re a professional:

  • Hold off on permanent labels. Wait until the client’s clear before you diagnose.
  • Learn about meth, not just from textbooks, but from people who’ve lived it.
  • Talk openly about psychosis and what recovery from it looks like. Don’t let clients believe they’re broken forever.
  • Advocate for longer, more flexible treatment windows—especially for meth.

The Bottom Line: Meth Messes With Everything

Meth isn’t just a “bad drug”—it’s a mind thief, a chaos agent, and a master of disguise. It makes a mess of mental health, and the system isn’t set up to handle that mess with compassion or clarity. Whether you’re battling addiction, working in treatment, or just trying to understand, know this: It’s complicated, and it’s okay to not have all the answers right away.

If you’re lost in the Meth Mind Maze, you’re not alone. And if you’re the person helping someone out of it, don’t be afraid to admit you’re learning too.

Let’s talk about it. Let’s break the silence, shatter the stigma, and get real about what meth does—to minds, to hearts, and to hope. Drop your own stories in the comments, share this with someone who needs it, and let’s start getting it right, together.-Belle-

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