This was literally me a month ago.
I lost everything too.
My car, my cards, was stranded in DC at a bus stop for days.
Met some nice people, but they drank too.
I too was hanging out with homeless people at one point. Missed a bus.
Was robbed.
Offered crack, didn't do it.
Offered cocaine, did do it.
I finally made my way home.
Still picking up the pieces.
Still struggling with sobriety.
Still making bad choices.
But I've started treatment. Going to meetings. Finding a therapist. Making moves in the right direction.
It's somehow comforting to know that others can relate to my experiences.
But it's sad that so many people go through this.
Good luck hope -- we're in this together.