One person can only take so much. I’ve lost my grandpa and my dad recently. They were my two parents to me. I’ve gotten more and more unstable since watching my dad die in March after being on a vent for a month in a half. I cannot take it. I fell into a state of isolation. My own family turned their backs on me. The past two weeks have been just as bad or even worse than March. My mom called the cops on me for a suicidal comment despite years of it happening on and off and knowing how it would effect me. Three days in a row of them being at our house. My brother mocked my mental illness and breakdowns in my face. I punched him in the shoulder because I couldn’t take it. He called my mom she called my uncle and they both had me arrested and put in jail. I still feel the handcuffs on my wrists and the cold hard bed breaking down in front of the inmates. The mugshot. All of it. Since being let out I cannot see my brother or family. Despite the provoking and despite that he’s hit me too even recently. I cannot see my dog the only things that’s brought me happiness since my dad died. I have no friends left no family and no support. I cannot be home and have very little savings. I’ve been in a dark hotel room breaking down every day non stop for two weeks now since then. I have to go to court in august. What was already the worst year of my life has gotten worse than I could ever imagine. I’m so close to death and feel that it’s coming this coming week. If not sooner. I’ve been abandoned and betrayed by the only family I had left and the only people who understood and had my side are gone. I haven’t seen our dog in weeks and never will again. Goodbye. I love you all.