I don't know why I always fall apart like this. It's so unbelievably frustrating and it leaves me feeling so depressed shit by failures and how I've never managed to get anything right in my life.
About 3 months ago I finished a jail sentence. During my time incarcerated, my Mother died. I was allowed home to see her before this and attend funeral, but immediately returned to complete my sentence. Seeing my family when my Mother passed was nice, they all expressed their compassion for by situation and let me know that if I needed anything, I should just ask.
I return to finish the remaining 5-6 months of my sentence, but when I make attempts to contact my family, I get no response. I call several members, no answer. I write letters, but get no response. I have a friend relay messages via text, still nothing. This was heartbreaking. How could no one in my family care enough to take the time to answer a phone call or respond to a letter? In addition to it being painful to know no one in my family felt that it wasn't worthwhile to them to take a few minutes out of their day to talk to me for several months, but it also meant that my entire life would be a mess upon my release.
So in October when I was released, I find out that since the house I was living in was being put up for sale, they had it completely cleaned out. Meaning everything I ever owned or cared about was discarded without a second thought. They just threw away all my furniture, my electronics, thousands of dollars worth of fish tanks and equipment, all kinds of items that were irreplaceable due to their sentimental value. Worst of all, the letters my deceased girlfriend had written me were gone. They were the only thing I had left of her and meant more to be than any of the other items. I just don't understand how anyone could do that to someone, much less how my family could do it to me.
In addition to discarding all my possessions, as no one had bothered to contact me while I was away, no one had thought about the logistics of how I'd be getting by until I could secure a lease on a new apartment. So instead of coming home to comfort, I'm released and essentially homeless. This means I have to spend thousands of dollars in hotel rooms, eating out, a rental car as mine needed repairs since no one could be bothered to drive it around the block a few times while I was gone.
All this has made me feel about as terrible as I've ever felt about myself. I know I'm not the best person on the planet, but I really don't know what I could have done to deserve being treated this way. These people are supposed to be my family. They're supposed to care about whether I'm doing well or not. They're not supposed to care so little that they couldn't be bothered to talk to me a few times over 6 months so I could get my affairs in order prior to my release so I wouldn't have to spend so much money on hotels, food, and clothes that I only needed since all of mine were thrown away.
So now I'm using drugs daily and I want to stop, but how do I get help? I need the trustee of my account to provide me enough money to avoid withdrawal while I wait to get Medicaid coverage and find a detox facility with an open bed, but she didn't understand my situation. Her, along with my family feel like I'm recklessly spending this money. I probably spent s but too much money enjoying myself when I got home, but having to live in hotels for a month wasn't conducive to bring a homebody and bring conservative with my finances either. Plus, how can they say this after they are the reason I've needed to spend so much to purchase things I already had, but was thrown away by them?
How do get these people to help me at least get through the week or two it will take to get Medicaid coverage and find an open bed at a detox when I have so much resentment towards them and they feel like they need to control my finances because of some obligation they're pretending to feel to have this trust be used as my Mother would've wanted me to use it?
About 3 months ago I finished a jail sentence. During my time incarcerated, my Mother died. I was allowed home to see her before this and attend funeral, but immediately returned to complete my sentence. Seeing my family when my Mother passed was nice, they all expressed their compassion for by situation and let me know that if I needed anything, I should just ask.
I return to finish the remaining 5-6 months of my sentence, but when I make attempts to contact my family, I get no response. I call several members, no answer. I write letters, but get no response. I have a friend relay messages via text, still nothing. This was heartbreaking. How could no one in my family care enough to take the time to answer a phone call or respond to a letter? In addition to it being painful to know no one in my family felt that it wasn't worthwhile to them to take a few minutes out of their day to talk to me for several months, but it also meant that my entire life would be a mess upon my release.
So in October when I was released, I find out that since the house I was living in was being put up for sale, they had it completely cleaned out. Meaning everything I ever owned or cared about was discarded without a second thought. They just threw away all my furniture, my electronics, thousands of dollars worth of fish tanks and equipment, all kinds of items that were irreplaceable due to their sentimental value. Worst of all, the letters my deceased girlfriend had written me were gone. They were the only thing I had left of her and meant more to be than any of the other items. I just don't understand how anyone could do that to someone, much less how my family could do it to me.
In addition to discarding all my possessions, as no one had bothered to contact me while I was away, no one had thought about the logistics of how I'd be getting by until I could secure a lease on a new apartment. So instead of coming home to comfort, I'm released and essentially homeless. This means I have to spend thousands of dollars in hotel rooms, eating out, a rental car as mine needed repairs since no one could be bothered to drive it around the block a few times while I was gone.
All this has made me feel about as terrible as I've ever felt about myself. I know I'm not the best person on the planet, but I really don't know what I could have done to deserve being treated this way. These people are supposed to be my family. They're supposed to care about whether I'm doing well or not. They're not supposed to care so little that they couldn't be bothered to talk to me a few times over 6 months so I could get my affairs in order prior to my release so I wouldn't have to spend so much money on hotels, food, and clothes that I only needed since all of mine were thrown away.
So now I'm using drugs daily and I want to stop, but how do I get help? I need the trustee of my account to provide me enough money to avoid withdrawal while I wait to get Medicaid coverage and find a detox facility with an open bed, but she didn't understand my situation. Her, along with my family feel like I'm recklessly spending this money. I probably spent s but too much money enjoying myself when I got home, but having to live in hotels for a month wasn't conducive to bring a homebody and bring conservative with my finances either. Plus, how can they say this after they are the reason I've needed to spend so much to purchase things I already had, but was thrown away by them?
How do get these people to help me at least get through the week or two it will take to get Medicaid coverage and find an open bed at a detox when I have so much resentment towards them and they feel like they need to control my finances because of some obligation they're pretending to feel to have this trust be used as my Mother would've wanted me to use it?