I'm homeless myself. I suffered a rather complex economic disaster during the Great Recession that greatly contributed to winding up divorced afterwards, and the effects from the economic aspect have me essentially permanently hobbled in key ways.

I presently have a very temporary place to stay due to some severe health issues that have arisen, but previously lived in a national forest with everything I own on a loaded touring bicycle and just make folk art paintings that I sell in random roadside spots, but since these health issues I can no longer function at all and my whole day is oriented around dealing with it, all I can do otherwise is listen to music, read about it, and discuss it.

If it turns out that I am going to live, I have no idea what I will do next. It depends, I suppose, on what my condition will be in the aftermath of whatever treatment, etc. is required. If I am able to fully recover I will have to return to the previous manner. Otherwise, I suppose I'll have to be looking into disability or such. I am getting too old (nearly 50) to maintain more or less living on a bicycle in the woods. I will certainly not go to any cities of significant size, however.

Anyway, obviously a topic that hits deep here. I feel a lot of empathy and very often imagine/pray for the many, many homeless people who I know are far worse off that myself. I am at least mentally able enough to maintain good hygiene, interact with people in a normal manner, and make my simple art to sell rather than begging for pure handouts. But I always fear being harassed by either police, rangers, or just people who have no respect, and fear quite a good many other things altogether.