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almaranthine
Wizard
- Nov 28, 2019
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Hi everyone, I have been a member of this forum for some time. There have been stretches of my life where I wasn't online, where I worked a job, tried to save my money up, and kept hoping that things would get better for me. Since my suicide attempt in 2017, I did try to work past my problems. I got out of the terribly abusive relationship I was in. My mom took me in and let me stay in her home. I worked a job that I really enjoyed despite the pay not being great. I tried my best to get a promotion. Things weren't easy living with my mom but I paid my bills, ubered to work every day, and kept going. All this is to say I have tried to recover; I have tried to make my life better... it simply did not pan out for me.
January of this year, my mom officially told me it was time to go. She didn't want me living there any longer. She was upset that I had made peace with my abusive ex and that we hung out together. I think she made a lot of assumptions about the relationship, which spurred her to lash out at me. It's funny, because she considers herself a devout Christian, yet apparently I was wrong to forgive my ex and be friends with him. Nevertheless, I had no place to move to, so I ended up co-signing this lease with my ex. While things had been fine us just living apart, hanging out together... the situation quickly spiraled out of control. He had not changed as much as he led me to believe. He quickly became abusive, forced a sexual relationship on me, and my mental health declined rapidly and I was lost in a manic/psychotic episode for many months.
Eventually, one night he brutally attacked me while he was extremely drunk. This led to his arrest, and subsequently he was no longer allowed to live in the apartment. At the start of my manic/psychotic episode I started getting bizarre delusions about my coworkers and had quit my job. So I ended up with this lease, all the bills and everything on my own, while still crazy and unemployed.
After about two months, I came back down to earth... the voices, delusions, and paranoia subsided. I tried to get a job as a cashier, but my anxiety was so, so bad that I fucked up a lot of things during my training. I was terrified to go back and I ended up losing the position because my mental health was so bad. I resent myself a lot for screwing it up, but even if I had kept the job... I wouldn't have made enough money to keep this apartment as they are raising the rent $400 a month.
I don't know what to do. I can't keep this place. I won't qualify for another apartment. My mom is not sympathetic. I don't have any friends I can ask to move in and split the rent. The only other family I have is an uncle who has assaulted me multiple times in the past when I lived with him.
I know some people advertise online and find someone to rent out a room. The place is not very nice though—it doesn't even have a bathtub. It is pretty run down and sad looking. I'm also scared of someone moving in here that I don't know, doing drugs, bringing sketchy people over, stealing from me, and making my life a greater hell. Sure, it is an option, but it's a huge gamble.
I have contemplated long and hard and I know I can take my SN and escape all these problems, avoid becoming homeless and find peace. I'm very distraught that my life has come to this final decision though... and I want there to be some small flicker of hope left... but part of me is convinced there isn't any left and it's just time to let go.
Is there some solution here I am overlooking? As I see it, I am mentally ill, financially ruined, almost destitute and have no real prospects ahead.
January of this year, my mom officially told me it was time to go. She didn't want me living there any longer. She was upset that I had made peace with my abusive ex and that we hung out together. I think she made a lot of assumptions about the relationship, which spurred her to lash out at me. It's funny, because she considers herself a devout Christian, yet apparently I was wrong to forgive my ex and be friends with him. Nevertheless, I had no place to move to, so I ended up co-signing this lease with my ex. While things had been fine us just living apart, hanging out together... the situation quickly spiraled out of control. He had not changed as much as he led me to believe. He quickly became abusive, forced a sexual relationship on me, and my mental health declined rapidly and I was lost in a manic/psychotic episode for many months.
Eventually, one night he brutally attacked me while he was extremely drunk. This led to his arrest, and subsequently he was no longer allowed to live in the apartment. At the start of my manic/psychotic episode I started getting bizarre delusions about my coworkers and had quit my job. So I ended up with this lease, all the bills and everything on my own, while still crazy and unemployed.
After about two months, I came back down to earth... the voices, delusions, and paranoia subsided. I tried to get a job as a cashier, but my anxiety was so, so bad that I fucked up a lot of things during my training. I was terrified to go back and I ended up losing the position because my mental health was so bad. I resent myself a lot for screwing it up, but even if I had kept the job... I wouldn't have made enough money to keep this apartment as they are raising the rent $400 a month.
I don't know what to do. I can't keep this place. I won't qualify for another apartment. My mom is not sympathetic. I don't have any friends I can ask to move in and split the rent. The only other family I have is an uncle who has assaulted me multiple times in the past when I lived with him.
I know some people advertise online and find someone to rent out a room. The place is not very nice though—it doesn't even have a bathtub. It is pretty run down and sad looking. I'm also scared of someone moving in here that I don't know, doing drugs, bringing sketchy people over, stealing from me, and making my life a greater hell. Sure, it is an option, but it's a huge gamble.
I have contemplated long and hard and I know I can take my SN and escape all these problems, avoid becoming homeless and find peace. I'm very distraught that my life has come to this final decision though... and I want there to be some small flicker of hope left... but part of me is convinced there isn't any left and it's just time to let go.
Is there some solution here I am overlooking? As I see it, I am mentally ill, financially ruined, almost destitute and have no real prospects ahead.