Being evicted and have to move my life’s accumulation of things into storage, and toss what I can’t move. I am devastated and in over my head, and my family is no help. I have very few friends, the closest of which is pregnant and can’t physically help. I feel like I am screaming for support of any kind. No one cares. I can’t physically move all this stuff, and I am embarrassed to feel weak, to be reminded that I am alone and a failure, again. I can’t afford movers. I am going to have to give up soon, and I don’t know what to keep and what to let go of and there’s no one to even talk it out with. It’s also bringing up memories, and guilt for knowing I will have to part with what I considered sentimental heirlooms. I know it’s stuff, but it’s all I have.