On days like tonight with high winds and driving rain, I think of the poor people and animals who are homeless.
I don't have much, most of my clothing comes from charity/thrift shops, but I have a roof above me and food and drink in the pantry, for that I thank you, Lord. I have spent nights on the streets, so I do know how hard the pavement is to sleep on even when you're worn out.
Like the character in my story - https://www.alsdominion.co.uk/the-reading-room/god-walks-these-dark-hills - I don't have anybody who would miss me other than my family. I don't know if it's because of my agoraphobia, but I have always found it hard to make friends. I am not a "ladies man," but I found it easier to talk to ladies than men, I put it down to I don't feel I need to compete if I talk to ladies.
Even if I have a roof over my head, and food in the kitchen, my family depends on help from charity to pay our bills.