I can't seem to make things work. I can't seem to get anything right. I keep losing. Losing more than I thought I had in the beginning. Giving up seems like the best option. I am tired of trying, of fighting, of pretending that the world isn't out to get me, pretending that I can overcome whatever comes my way. In reality, I am miserable, I am sad and depressed. I am worthless. I have been through 3 years of hell. 3 years of things happening that even when I look back on it, nothing I could have done really would have changed the outcome. I came to terms that I don't have a home, and as hard as it is, I have come to terms that I will not have a home for my daughter. I try and just focus on here and now. Work. doing what I can to help my children, even though I can't do much, and just try and survive. My car was my home. It was mine. Then in one night, I lost that. I am in a town where I don't no anyone for work. I thought doing this job I could finally catch up on the bills I had that were behind due to my previous job always cutting my hours. Instead I am not saving anything, I am putting money into $250 and then some a night hotels so I can feel normal after my accident. I am putting $250 and then some into a rental that as of yesterday is no longer because of another accident I got into. 2 accidents. 1 month to the day apart. Now I have nothing. I have nothing and I am suppose to just push forward. how? I have nothing and am suppose to believe things will get better? when? I am mentally exhausted. I am one step away of just....just what? screaming at the top of my lungs? I can't do this anymore.