A Rock for My Pillow

This is about nights that feel endless, ground that feels too hard, and the quiet, often invisible battles people fight when "home" becomes a question instead of a certainty. It's about what it means to rest on what hurts, to survive on what's available, and to keep going when comfort is a memory. You don't plan for it to happen like this. Nobody grows up thinking, One day I'll sleep outside. Nobody imagines the moment when a car becomes a shelter, or a sidewalk becomes a bedroom, or a rock-literal or not-becomes a pillow. It just... happens. Sometimes it's slow. A series of small losses that stack on top of each other until there's nothing left to stand on. Other times it's sudden-a door closed, a job gone, a relationship broken-and suddenly you're carrying everything you own in your hands, trying to figure out where the night will take you. >You learn where the lights stay on. You learn which places feel safer than others. You learn how to stay awake just enough to protect yourself, but tired enough to survive until morning. And eventually, you learn how to lay your head down anyway. Maybe it's against a wall. Maybe it's in the back seat. Maybe it's on the ground with something hard beneath you. A rock for your pillow. Not chosen-just available. >But you also discover something else. You're still here. Still breathing. Still thinking. Still hoping-whether you want to admit it or not. That first night doesn't just take things from you. It introduces you to a version of yourself you didn't know existed. One that adapts. One that endures. One that learns how to rest, even when the ground is hard.

Pagina's: 176, Paperback, Independently published