As the title suggests I finally got the fuck out. Dealt with emotional, mental, and verbal abuse for years. Overdosed on my meds July 20. Spent a little over a week in the ward recovering and getting therapy going and feeling better. Discharged yesterday afternoon and my first step was to get my shit and get out. Got all of my belongings in my car and then... shit where am I gonna stay. I was feeling strong and in control until this point. Broke down and called a few places about emergency housing but nowhere has availability. Even if I have to sleep in my fuckin car it'll still be a more peaceful environment than staying in the house one more night. Got some shit in the works and hopefully it pans out over the next couple days. Got any words of wisdom or encouragement for a freshie?