I've been functionally homeless for almost a year. I'm ideating at least 5 times a day now. And now I'm having to vacate the place I've been staying in because the construction I was weathering is expanding and there won't be any place for me. I feel like a failure. I have a guest room for a week provided by a coworker. I don't know what is going to happen after that. My cat has been one of the only things keeping me going lately. But at this point I can't help but wonder if she wouldn't have a better life without me. With someone more stable. 

Tldr: I'm going to be homeless again and dying seems preferable to this constant stress and anxiety