so here's the sitch, my circle

[remindmeofthe]

I've been drinking, which only means that I have enough courage to tell someone about my situation.

The place I'm living in wants me out. I have a week. I am looking at homelessness.

Why homelessness? Most of my immediate family hasn't got space for another person. The only one who has space is my mother.

Over Christmas, Mom and I had a fight. It wasn't much of a fight, short and small, but it made it clear that she doesn't think my depression is important. Assuming that she would let me live with her? I think I would kill myself within a month. Not because she doesn't love me. She does. But she has had so much fucked up shit to deal with herself this year that I don't think she can handle my shit on top of hers.

So. My depression is bad. But not, in my fucked FUCKED opinion, bad enough. I don't want to die. I don't want to kill myself. It would be easier if I did. Then I could just do it and be over with. That would be nice. But I don't think it's going to happen.

But I still need so much help. I don't even know what I'm asking for. If you want to donate money, I'll give you my PayPal info. If you are a goddamn saint and willing to give me a place to live for an indefinite period while I try to get my shit together - well, you probably don't exist, but if you do, PM me and we can talk.

I'm broke and fucked and scared and I don't want to die but I don't know if I have any other option and help me? Please?

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[vivien]

Sweet baby Gandalf, lady, you're not going to have to resort to death. This is serious and scary, but you have people who can help you. I will pay pal you, and you can call me or ping me tomorrow, and I'll be happy to talk through options with you. There are options, and like Aspen said, we can help you find them.