Things have not been going well at all recently. I took a break in hopes of finding peaceful tides, to which I was met with severe upheaval, disruption and negativity. I am trapped more so than ever before. I am lost and unsure on how to deal with the events of the past month. I have struggled greatly. I was given an appointment with my health visitor just for an update meeting. The day of the meetings things were bad and well I cancelled I just asked if we could reschedule ( I was in tears and just wanted a peaceful time) She reluctantly agreed, so my daughter and I remained in our pjs relaxing for the day. At 2 the buzzer for my flat goes off, which puts me in a blind panic anxiety kicks in and I am terrified, turns out to be the health visitor, I let her into the block but refuse to let her in the flat, trembling and shaking I eventually get her to leave. 5pm rolls on and I get another buzzer this time "Urgent Care" are here to see me set off in yet another panic completely terrified,I let them in the block but refuse to let them in my flat, I am not overly comfortable with people I am not familiar with being in my home when it is just me and my daughter. Eventually they ask to see my daughter who peeks her head out the door. Satisfied that all is fine they leave. Would think bad day couldnt get any worse.... 11pm the buzzer goes off yet again. And this time who should be at the door but 2 police officers to interogate me due to report from urgent care of me abusing my daughter. It has been 3 weeks since this happened... and I have only just this week worked myself up to even give my daughter a hug. I am struggling with the way they treated me. Of how I was accused of showing aggression to a health visitor. How I was mildly accused of abusing my daughter. My daughter is my world and they ripped away any positivity I feel. How can I be a good mother? How is it possible when I am accused of such things. It has well and truly broken me. Tuesday coming I have an appointment with Urgent Care for my discharge. Reason being I refuse to cooperate. I find I am angered by their presence when ever they appear at my door. the past 3 weeks I have had many intrusions and just when I pick myself up they throw me back down. My housing issue is of even greater screwedupness. As I am housed I am not homeless. Not homeless I do not need housing help. However I write my notice to the landlord of revoking the tenancy agreement we hold, then I make myself intentionally homeless. I have no where to go and will receive no housing help. I am caught so far between a rock and a hard place that I do not know where to turn, I exhausted shelter, they were the ones who told me I would get no housing help. I am open to suggestions before I scrape the barrel of leaving my daughter behind and living on the streets.