living in a men's shelter after being in my car for a week. Atlitnator went out on the car. found myself homeless, carless, and without my kids. They are with their mom. This is hard for me. I feel depressed and not myself anymore

. Had to lie to explain my breast groweth to a preacher who runs the shelter

All I know is the last day I walk out of this place it will be as me and all they are going to remember is how much I did around here for them and how if they would have know the truth they would not have let me stay.
I did not want to write this but it is a part of my life. I would like to say only good things but it is not always good. I take a bag to work and change my clothes in the women's restroom. Everyone thanks it is b**lsh*t that I am going throught this. One guy said it is as if what happened in the 50's about blacks not getting to do thing the whites were doing. He found it hard to believe that this is still going on just with a new group of people.
I do have some money coming from a freind that owes me money and paycheck will get here as well around same the time so it will work out. I am walking out of here as myself and thinking what can be done to change this.
It is funny though it is still all girl clothes just passes as boy clothes.