Suicide hotline, take two

[MugwortPsychonaut]

I have ten days until I lose my house. I have nowhere to put my stuff. However, my cousin is letting me stay with her. She lives in a trailer in rural-ass South Jersey, with her boyfriend and their baby. Cramped space, yeah.

I've been sobbing off and on today. It's funny how easily it comes and goes. That Tom Petty song, "Walls" really gets me. The line in the chorus, "You've got a heart so big, it could crush this town." I'm broke, jobless, and almost homeless. All I have is a big heart.

So I called that suicide hotline again. 1-800-273-TALK. I thought maybe I'd get a better person this time around. After hearing a thirty-second loop of roalty-free music with an awkward seam for several minutes, I was connected to ANOTHER useless ->-bleeped-<-. I explained to him my situation. He asked me, "What do you think you could do to remedy that?" I told him that if I knew, I wouldn't be in this situation! He had nothing to say. Literally, nothing. I told him about my previous experience with this hotline, where I confessed about trying to kill myself and the guy saying nothing for a minute before hanging up. I asked if this was going to be another one of those. He said he didn't know, then proceeded to SAY ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. After a minute of silence, I asked "Hello?" I got nowhere and hung up.

Edit: Before I hung up, I railed into him about how I'm broke and jobless, and I could do his job so much better than him. I don't know if they're paid or volunteers, but they're goddamn worthless.

I wonder how many people end up taking their lives after getting off the phone with these useless twits? I bet the number is higher than they would like to admit.

So if you're in a crisis, and you need help, don't bother calling that 800 number, waiting on hold with aggravating royalty-free music. Instead, talk to a stain on the wall. You'll get as much help, and you won't have to tie up the phone line.

[Jessica Merriman]

I am so sorry you are having such a bad time with these people. If you ever want to talk please PM me. I wont ever hang up on you and will spend as much time as you need. Vent, rant or whatever you need to do. I have Kevlar skin, am not offended by anything and might be able to help.

[Jamie D]

I have ten days until I lose my house. I have nowhere to put my stuff. However, my cousin is letting me stay with her. She lives in a trailer in rural-ass South Jersey, with her boyfriend and their baby. Cramped space, yeah.

I've been sobbing off and on today. It's funny how easily it comes and goes. That Tom Petty song, "Walls" really gets me. The line in the chorus, "You've got a heart so big, it could crush this town." I'm broke, jobless, and almost homeless. All I have is a big heart.

So I called that suicide hotline again. 1-800-273-TALK. I thought maybe I'd get a better person this time around. After hearing a thirty-second loop of roalty-free music with an awkward seam for several minutes, I was connected to ANOTHER useless ->-bleeped-<-. I explained to him my situation. He asked me, "What do you think you could do to remedy that?" I told him that if I knew, I wouldn't be in this situation! He had nothing to say. Literally, nothing. I told him about my previous experience with this hotline, where I confessed about trying to kill myself and the guy saying nothing for a minute before hanging up. I asked if this was going to be another one of those. He said he didn't know, then proceeded to SAY ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. After a minute of silence, I asked "Hello?" I got nowhere and hung up.

Edit: Before I hung up, I railed into him about how I'm broke and jobless, and I could do his job so much better than him. I don't know if they're paid or volunteers, but they're goddamn worthless.

I wonder how many people end up taking their lives after getting off the phone with these useless twits? I bet the number is higher than they would like to admit.

So if you're in a crisis, and you need help, don't bother calling that 800 number, waiting on hold with aggravating royalty-free music. Instead, talk to a stain on the wall. You'll get as much help, and you won't have to tie up the phone line.

I'd say start to liquidate your stuff.  Get some money for it.  Refuse to move out until you are tossed out by the sheriff's department.  Your landlord will probably steal your security deposit anyway.

I am not sure when you are located, but call "Legal Aid" and see if they can buy you some time because of discrimination against a protected class of persons in housing.

[MugwortPsychonaut]

I'm not being thrown out or discriminated against. My lease is up, and I can't afford to renew it.

[Jamie D]

I'm not being thrown out or discriminated against. My lease is up, and I can't afford to renew it.

Squat.  Negotiate.  Make them go through the process of eviction.  Gets you into spring.

[MugwortPsychonaut]

If I do that, I'll have a really, really hard time getting a place in the future. I already have a ->-bleeped-<-ty employment record. Also, my landlord expects me to hand in my key on that day. How much extra time would squatting really buy me? Two days?

[Jamie D]

If I do that, I'll have a really, really hard time getting a place in the future. I already have a ->-bleeped-<-ty employment record. Also, my landlord expects me to hand in my key on that day. How much extra time would squatting really buy me? Two days?

Perhaps months.

Tell him you're staying for another three months on a month-to-month basis.  Don't let yourself get jerked around.

[MugwortPsychonaut]

I tried to do month-to-month, hoping I could turn things around in that time. He won't do it, and I probably wouldn't be able to turn things around anyway.

I do have a friend who's letting me stay at his place. It's not ideal, for reasons I'm not going to discuss, but it's a warm place to live, with my best friend.

No cosy-cheesy intended. But cheese is still awesome!

[Riven]

I'm sorry you're having such a tough time getting the money together, and dealing with the monkeys they pay to work the suicide hotlines. I've never tried one, but I think I could find a purpose in life calling them SIMPLY to tell them how worthless they are. But in all honesty hon, what were you hoping they we're going to say to you? Talk to your friends instead of some guy over a hotline who doesn't have two brain-cells to rub together and more importantly doesn't know anything about you.

Stay where you can for now and work your hardest to get on your feet. You need to explore EVERY option available to you within reason. Someone who knows you is not going to let you be homeless. Good friends take the company as payment before they would ever demand money. Since your best friend is letting you stay in their home, make yourself invaluable. If you don't have work that day spend time doing chores and make your friend never want to get rid of you. Network while you have a place to stay, this will probably lead to more places to sleep at night if you need it and potentially a job.

Most importantly, talk to SOMEONE. You're friend seems like a good candidate. If they're willing to let you live in their home on credit, that means they trust you, care about you and you should do the same for them. Sorry if my approach is blunt but you've gotta get moving if you're going to stabilize you're financial future.