This past year has made my mental and emotional issues unavoidably clear. I’ve gained and lost four jobs, lost many friends, and recklessly spent all my savings to fund my various compulsions and addictions. I’m an absolute mess and it’s hurting the people around me. I’m sleeping on the floor of my mother’s apartment. I know all of this is a victim narrative but my emotions are so unbalanced and my life is in such shambles that I don’t know where to begin as far as taking responsibility for my life. The only reason I’m not a homeless man right now is because I’m shamelessly leaning on my much more stable family members. I don’t how to talk about any of this with anyone without being manipulative or pity-fishing.