These past 4 months have been some of the hardest and the craziest of my life. Both my body and mind and everything else had been pushed to the absolute limit. I'm staying with my parents right now and had a serious talk with my dad and told him that those years of injections really helped to ruin my life, and that there wasn't a whole lot left, and I sort of gave an ultimatum that as a man that I won't be taking all of the rest of those injections, and that I would be willing to rather die out there in the streets. Then I told him the plan that I came up with where I would go to the next state over New Mexico and go to a rehab there for probably 30 days, and then after that I'd probably be able to live in a sober house and to work some small job, maybe to try to get some sort of government assistance or even trying to do something on my laptop with software testing there which I got a certificate in. Or that I would just go to a different city in the same state that I'm in that's still fairly big and for him to help out with the money for all of that. He seemed to be sort of on board with it. The next injection's less than two weeks away so something would probably have to happen in that time.