Housing crisis? in Aftermath

I’m not really looking forward to talking to these  fake  housing people that are just going to feed me lies and excuses and try to turn my emotions against me to possibly revoke money or whatever but I don’t know that’s the worst case. A lot of social workers these days are just here to collect a check it’s a sick business for them.

The second case is I don’t know actually because she sent me a weak housing list so she obviously probably doesn’t have any leads for me whatsoever and none of the f** things are vetted so and they’re all like not really that affordable and they’re in areas that I don’t want to live in more dangerous than here, and far away from everything

I don’t know why it’s so hard I’m just one person with two f** cats and I want a nice place to live and feel safe and feel good doesn’t have to be perfect but it has to be a lot better than here and that can’t be too hard to be honest with you. I want a balcony a lower floor bit of a bigger place if not whatever I’ll deal with it that’s it the bare minimum if I can find something more fine but if not fine. I’d like to stay in the city in a different area possibly closer to my mom but doesn’t have to be too close either I’m even thinking of O this point considering the negativity and discrimination people have here and I’ve talked to my ancestors tribes Friendship Center last night and they encouraged me to call them back during the day tomorrow to see what types of resources they have to get me down there possibly.

Anyways it’s like I have no friends here everyone believes me it’s such a small place I don’t fit in here family is not here for me I’m a f** walking Target and I feel like alone either I’m Target or I’m just alone and it’s hard I wouldn’t wish this on anyone it feels like s*** and people think that because I have things or I look a certain way or act a certain way I dress a certain way that I’m fine and I’m okay and my life must be perfect but every day I’m battling suicidal thoughts. And basically almost only here for my cats at this point

I don’t see any light under the end of the tunnel and it’s almost making me think that I’m just going to end up dying somehow not that I will never get out of here I’m trapped and there’s so many other women here that are trapped too but I can’t even come we can’t even come to words each other because there’s so much lateral violence towards each other

2 days till August