There is so much going on right now and I want to scream but I can't. I have a son that is about to turn 5. I am a single mother with no help with him. I see a therapist and have a case manager, but they aren't much help. My son is already in behavioral therapy and has been for quite some time in one form or another. Within the last 3 months I have had surgery on my ankle that is not healing right and may be looking at a 3rd surgery. Not only that, but my other ankle is going bad from being on crutches for so long and I will probably end up needing surgery on it too. During my "healing" period, my brother was staying with us to "help out". Well help out he did not. He ended up overdosing on Heroin in my bathtub. He is still alive. Not before doing damage to my DS. He saw him in the tub with me trying to get him conscious. I have answered all of his questions in as simple of terms as I can. My parents both think that I am the bad guy for filing an official police report on my brother for also stealing my pain medicine while he was here. My neighbor also stole some of my pain meds, so I have lost her as a friend too. My mother hasn't even talked to me in over a month bc I filed with the police (not that they did anything). This was my brother's 3rd or 4th heroin OD in just a few months. But I am the bad person for trying to protect my son and myself. I have been the one to lose people for doing the "right" thing. I don't understand it. Why am I so unlovable? I have been searching to try and find a place to move to that is about 800 miles away from my family with my son. They never help out with anything, so moving to a place where we know no one...I wouldn't get any less help. The only thing that bothers me is that we both have pretty good providers where we currently live at the moment. The only reason we are still here is that my mother likes to hold the "purse strings" over my head and since I am on disability, she has money that was given to both myself and my son a few Christmas' ago ($15K). I need this money to move. I am sitting here crying and I don't even know why. It hasn't been all that many months ago that the thought of taking both my DS and my own life was a prominent thought. I feel the depression creeping back into my head and I really need someone to care. I can't handle having no one care about me any longer. Please help me.