I feel close to suicidal.
My poor mother is still at the hospital morgue because there was no life insurance and I don't have the money to do anything for her and I can't get anyone to help me from the state because I own a house but that's not liquid so what help is that, and besides, I'm losing my house because she was half the household income and I can't pay this mortgage on the little bit of disability I get, so we'll have to move to a cheap apartment down from a three bedroom house, lose my side by side fridge with the water and ice through the door, smooth-top stove, half my furniture and be back to the state I was in when I was 23, after struggling to get where I am for 35 years. And I obviously have no friends because when I call to talk to them I get a lot of "life is what you make it" and "being depressed doesn't do you any good" but never a "I'll help you pack and do what I can to lend a hand", or even "would you like me to come over and talk?". And they don't call me, I have to call them! I've been more sympathetic to strangers!
So, have you guys missed me?