Hardest day: My hardest day came not in active use, but in recovery — the day my brother overdosed on Fentanyl and died. Hardest day: In July, when an NSF charge on my bank account meant I lost $145. Small thing the city could do: The city could include a TTC pass with my ODSP ... that’d be great! My ‘degree’ in being incarcerated is not a recognized or validated or respected form of education.” Hardest day: It is not one hard day. I am more independent.” Hardest day: Moving to a shelter and having no place to call home.

Source: thestar October 08, 2018 09:56 UTC