a conversation heard in the park

So Thursday on my way to work through Meadow Park - I over heard a conversation that went something like this . . .
" I am not turning tricks for the Heroin (so and so)"
yes, that is what I heard and probably anyone else heard in the park that morning since she was screaming at the top of her lungs. and it continued on
" I promise(so and so) I not doing any tricks"
It is weird to look back and even be in the middle of suffering from depression and knowing your life is not that bad ( that bad meaning turning tricks and doing heroin and screaming at the top of ones lungs in a a public park filled with old people walking there dogs)- but being able to see past it - that is the key! - the key to it all, seeing past the darkness to the other side or knowing to hang on the darkness will pass. Logically I know my life is a hundred times better than the homeless drug addict in the park but I wonder is that how she got to where she is now? She couldn't see her way past the darkness to the other side? And gave up...

Luckily my whole hour walk to work only consists of maybe 10 min in the park and there is definitely alternative routes when I don't feel it is a good idea to cut through the park ie at night. Some how the walk which is the same route on the way home only takes about 40 mins -could that be inspiration. . .
I do like walking, most of the time it reminds me of France and the Camino -
I could do without the rain even though I know we sorely need it in this state