After some time working on and off between the crypto world and the 9 to 5 world. I fell into a deep depression. I moved back with my parents at age 27. After being successful in my own eyes for the last 5 years. I did not get rich, but I paid off almost all my debts and was able to keep paying bills on time. I had made the American Dream, and then I fell.

I fell from work shortly after moving back with my 'rents. After a few months of not working and simply smoking weed to cope with my boredom of the world, they sent me to a mental hospital. After a few trips I was kicked out of the house, told I was schizophrenic, and now living in my car. A small four door coupe. 

In essence, I was disowned of any financial help and told I was crazy and deserved it. Now do not judge my family, for they did not buy any crypto or NFTs, or at least the ones disowning me did not. We are not a rich family, but for some of my siblings and parents; they are new money. Now homeless I did my best to earn gas and food money by collecting cans at the gas stations I would park and sleep in each night.

After some time a homie let me crash at his house for a while. This lead to me getting on food stamps, reconnecting to the crypto world and getting kicked out of there as well. (it was his parents house fml)

Now I was homeless and had no where to go. I slept in my car outside the city homeless mission. Met many amazing people within the city. My life had gone from no worries to owning nothing but some jpegs and shitcoins. The worst part was it was just the way it was. No one really at fault other than the simulation and npc I had been dropped into.