F. Jason Whitaker Writer

Today I find myself alone Missing the way things were, I knew this time would come But I never knew how to prepare For such loss as this ripping my life apart.

I can feel this sadness Pulling me down The sky blue I'm blue Not knowing what to do When these feelings fill me.

Thursday, May 07, 2026 It's Thursday evening. I'm on my bed in this facility in the middle of nowhere. I'm still in DSS custody waiting for my benefits. I have my Medicaid, my disability has been approved, but I'm still waiting for social security to allow me to be my own payee and approve my social security. I need to know how much I will make per month so I can apply for housing benefits and affordable housing. I'm tired of being here. I miss her and the life I once had at home. It's weird for me to say it but I miss that house. I miss my bedroom. I miss my things. Everything I had, including money, was stolen while I have been in DSS custody. I'm tired. I'm anxious. I'm depressed. I need to move forward with my life. My hope is to receive my social security and secure housing in California. I also need to figure out how to move me and the stuff I now have to California. I have an exercise bike I would like to keep that I won while in custody. I wa...

I've been here too long, It's like the same irritating song, Nothing has changed But everything is different. I've lost so much I don't know where to begin. I'm trapped in this nightmare.

I'm just drifting through Each day another day To reach the end to As I'm dreaming of  Better days to come And the many days That have been that I miss the most...

It's another day alone here, Missing her, Missing those days and nights. I recall the moments We spent in that house, Now I'm many miles away from The house we called home And you're not far from me now But you're in the ground.