I’m back to full panic. I could use someone to chat with. It doesn’t have to be about the stuff with me. I just need some distraction. I don’t want to hotline. Few things make you feel more alone than disgorging all of your trauma and then being told that you’re out of time but treat yourself to a bath bomb.
I’m supposed to vacate my home, the only place I’ve ever felt safe by Monday. I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to.
I mentioned that my mom was in serious financial trouble before her sudden drastic decline in health. She was conned into filling a chapter 13 bankruptcy to save our house. The attorney took $3000 that my mom had to ask a friend to loan her, then withdrew almost immediately. So unrepresented and unable to defend herself and attend the last hearing things have happened I don’t know about or understand.
What I do know is that my greatest fear of being homeless with a bunch of dogs is now a reality.
It’s started snowing in Denver. I can’t live on the streets. I don’t have a way to deal with any of it.
There are so many people who have done cruel and despicable things along the way. All I had was my mom, my dogs and my home. Now I just have the dogs and without a home I can’t care for them.
I really just want to thank all of you. I love you so much. I so appreciate you trying to help me forestall the inevitable. I guess my life has always meant to have been a tragic one.
Bless you all. All my love.
I’m still here. I have zero confidence it will be okay. But everyone who said I should at least wait until I knew more was right. I know more and I’m a lot calmer. Thank you for the thoughts and prayers. I love you all so much.
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