I hear the word "foreclosure" every day. On the news or in real life, "foreclosure" is very, very common word these days. Whenever I hear it, I wonder about the people who lost their houses. I know there is a person or a whole family behind every foreclosure. I know they shed tears and spent many an agonizing sleepless night. But they remain invisible.
I never hear someone say "I lost my house to foreclosure". So where are all these poor souls who must be going through very dark times? None of them seem to be talking. Where did they all go? I can only assume they are suffering in silence and isolation. I ache for them.
I have been able to hang on to the house that I live in -- despite teetering on the edge of foreclosure a couple of times in the past year. Though I have not lost my home, I DO know what foreclosure feels like up close and personal. I used to be a real estate investor. I rode the real estate market down with the recession. I may not have had to pack my belongings but I did lose SEVEN houses by surrendering a deed-in-lieu-of-foreclosure. It was agonizing. I can't imagine the horror if it had been my home. I hope I never get the lesson in what that feels like.
I had a conversation about financial strife with an attorney yesterday. He said to me "I hear stories like this three to five times a day. Everyone is struggling."
But no one is talking about it. We are all just suffering in silence. We aren't even talking to each other.
THAT is why I write this blog.