My neighbors expressed concern to the managers. Today I got home and found out I am being evicted for freaking out like I did. I’m supposed to be out in 7 days from tonight.
I called the managers and asked if I could talk in person with them and a friend to “have this work out ok.” they said yes, pretty easily, so tomorrow a friend and I are going to meet with managers...
I think maybe I will try to ask for at least time... maybe just time to go away for awhile and then come back and then to move when I come back. I have lived here for three years and I love it here, and it would be very hard to find another place I can afford – and to move at all in the middle of the rest I am dealing with.
I’m thinking of going to a hospital out of state. I’m thinking of staying with a friend until I go. I wouldn’t stay with them more than a few days. I have to do something.
I have ruined my life. How could I have done this? I’ve been sick for days about it, and now to be faced with the consequence of my flipping out – and so awful.
A DBT counselor I used to see said she could come w me to speak with the managers. I called her today about it all and asked if she could help to go to the hospital and to talk to them. I don’t know if I want to do any of it, ro that any of it would help, or that I want to involve her, but I don't know who else to call that could help in that way (and I told her this) but it might help... and she’s supportive of me going to a hospital and coming to talk to the managers.
It’s a 2-4 week residential program at a hospital in another state that is very DBT focused. It’s freaking me out to think of going there. More counselors. I’ve just been off the deep end trying to deal with counseling – and I screwed up so bad I’m losing the very roof over my head now. I am awful. What have I done?! How could I do this?!
Getting more counseling seems icky, but I clearly have ruined everything and can’t stay here… literally. I freaked out like this once a year ago – and that’s what drove me into counseling. And why this second screw up and freaking out didn’t lead to calling the police like it did last time, but just the managers. WHO THE HELL JUST FREAKS OUT LIKE THIS AND SCREAMS AT NOTHING?! and just because of a counselor? I AM SICK.
I have ruined everything by my freaking out. I keep thinking I can’t be helped if I have done this. No wonder…
This is me.
And I can’t take or deal with me anymore. Maybe I need to go to the hospital just so I don’t do something to end it all and can come back to face the pain of moving.