Hi. I joined today because I'm having invading suicidal thoughts that won't go away. I know they're due to the stress I'm under, and feeling like there's no escape/solution from/to my situation. I suffer from PTSD, and have been going through homelessness for the past 2 years due to poverty. I've been trying to work with the system on getting housing, only to discover that (just as I was ready to receive housing) there were no more low-income vouchers available due to the economy. I've been struggling back and forth trying to live with roommates, to no avail, and to the loss of everything I own, until I'm terrified to consider it again. People are crazy! Currently I'm trying to get out of a roommate situation with a woman who has mental health issues, and terrified of the blow-out that's going to occur. I have a lot of guilt for leaving her, as well, to fend for herself, and I also don't want to lose my friend. Due to the stress I've been under, thoughts of just killing myself and getting it over with are waking me up in the morning, and putting me to sleep at night. I can't think straight because my brain runs scenarios around all day long about how to get out of my current situation in the least difficult way possible, and how to fix my homelessness in an impossible economy where more and more people are becoming homeless, and where the government is taking more and more from the agencies who can help; where housing has become impossibly expensive compared to an income on disability. My dog keeps me going - he's my responsibility, and the only "person" I have who loves me unconditionally. I read about an actor who killed himself when he was going to become homeless, again, because he had a pit bull dog, and had to put it down. I cried, and I understood. I'm currently at my brother's house, but much as I love him we can't live together, and 10 days has been 10 years for us both. Plus he's not supposed to have dogs here, and I shouldn't be here. I don't want to put him in danger from his landlord. My only other option is returning to my apartment with my roommate, who is very needy and likes to play "one-up-manship" with disabilities (re: I have a hurt back, so she has to see my hurt back and raise me three other illnesses - it's all about her! - I finally folded). At any rate, my brain is so full and I'm so overwhelmed that now I have the suicidal thoughts back, and I just kind of need somewhere to vent, and possibly some ideas on how to handle this. tl;dr - Hi. Going crazy. Too much shit happening. Overwhelmed. Venting. Looking for solutions.