Being that there is a fear here within me of us ending up homeless, I have been having some suicidal thoughts. I don't want to deal with homelessness. I have dealt with all sorts of abuse and mental illness. I'm trying to get my life together. I'm scared. It seems so unfair that I have to continuously cope with this fear as the possibility of it turning into a reality draws closer every day. The doctor doesn't want me to work. I don't know if I could handle working for long periods of time. I also don't like this possibility that my mother won't find a job in time for us to keep the trailer. As I said before, I'm scared. I'm very scared. I feel like God is dishing out all of the worst in life onto me because he hates me. It's making me not want to live. The voices kept taunting me last year with "You're homeless." as something that they said repetetively. It's like they are predicting my future or something. I thought that voices in the head were supposed to be ignored and harmless. It seems to me that they are harmful. Now I know that they are connected to a spirit or something. Perhaps a diety or devil is trying to push me over the edge. How many times will I go over the edge before I finally die? Why is life always despair? Part of me is trying to survive this. The other part wants to die and say "Fuck life!" I don't know what to do anymore. This shit is draining me. Its making me sick. I want to be ok. I don't want to deal with this despair anymore. I've dealt with it throughout my life. It's not fair.



