This is just when you need the hospital the most.

I was facing a similar situation as you when I went IP for the first time last Halloween. I'd lost my job, my unemployment benefits had run out, and we were being evicted from the house we'd lived in for 12 years. I felt utterly useless, all of this was my fault, and I thought my family would be better off without me, so I made a plan to take myself out of the picture entirely.

Thankfully my husband convinced me to call my pdoc, who promptly put me in the hospital. It was voluntary though. Going IP was the best thing I could have done. it kept me safe long enough for the medication changes to start working. I was in for a week. I felt guilty for being away when my husband needed help packing, but it was worth it because I came out much better able to deal with impending homelessness.

We didn't end up homeless, thank God, we found a room in someone's house just before we were going to have to hit the streets. The point is, I made it through this awful part of my life thanks in no small part to my time in the psych unit. You will too. Go in, and don't feel guilty---you need to take care of YOU now. HUGS to you.