I know these feelings, I’ve felt these feelings. I have sat in a shelter being yelled at because I couldn’t get my poor terrified children to stop screaming enough to fall asleep. I’ve left because I couldn’t handle being in that position. I’ve been afraid to fall asleep before. It’s demoralizing. Thankfully I’ve avoided most of the more critical situations, but i sure was close. I’ve begun to write about my experience and it’s cathartic but deeply depressing. I definitely don’t look down on those on the streets and would do more if I could. My work is on my profile for those interested, so I won’t spam it here. Keep talking to the ones who feel unwanted, or useless and always hand out a bit of food anytime you can. Sometimes it’s all they eat for a couple days.