I've only just introduced myself on this site. I am desperately seeking connections, pen pals, anyone I could talk to regularly.

I don't know how to sum up my story succinctly, but I'll try here.

I grew up the only child of a single mother who was emotionally abusive. Moved around constantly so I don't have a home town nor did I really learn what it's like to be part of a community. This is haunting me now as I've lost all the people in my life and am terrified that I don't know how to get on my feet.

My father was in my life until I was 27, when he inexplicably appeared to disown me. I would learn several years later that he'd been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and my step-mother took advantage, taking over his communications and shutting me out of his life. He died in 2011, and I saw him for first time in 6 years on his death bed. This was extremely traumatic.

I met my ex-wife during the period my father had disappeared, I think being so lost and with such low self-esteem that I willfully ignored many warning signs in that relationship. She and I were both abusive in different ways. But we got married and with her as an anchor in my life, I built a career and saved a lot of money, thinking we would buy a home and I would someday be able to retire.

In 2013, I worked right next to the Boston marathon bombings. The day was horrific -- I don't want to discuss details. But I ended up losing my job 2 days later for asking for a day off. As crazy as that sounds, the full story is considerably worse. I developed PTSD, according to one doctor because the loss of my livelihood as a result of needing down time was very traumatic, more so than the actual events that day.

My wife and I both went through a hellish year being hospitalized for trauma and ended up separating a year later. Soon after this my mother developed dementia, and has rapidly declined since. Many of my friends of many years evaporated, some telling me I was delusional for believing certain things around the bombings (which I can't discuss, but which are not delusional).

I ended up in the span of 3 years losing my family of origin (mom and dad), my wife, my job, my career (have not worked since), and my social network.

I'm now traveling, as I got tired of being holed up depressed at home. Within weeks of traveling, I got a message from my upstairs neighbor that the homeowner had sold the house and told the new buyer (illegally) that I had already vacated, so I flew back and managed to salvage a few items but got rid of most of my possessions. I don't think this was wise, but I was operating under extreme duress, being given very little time to vacate, and I thought since I wanted to travel, made no sense to seek another apartment. As a result though, I am now homeless and living in hostels.

I am a good person, but feel I have been betrayed by everyone in my life. I learned near the end that my wife had cheated on me and was/is, I believe, a sociopath. She did enormous psychological damage during a time when I desperately needed support. Having worked my *** off for many years, supporting both of us, I was left stranded and unable to work.

I sound like such a loser. I have no roots, no job, no fixed abode, no family. I am in desperate need of friends who can help me recover, gain a foothold.

I am terrified I will end up eventually living on the streets, despite being very intelligent, because it is so hard to push through depression and take concrete steps to getting on my feet.

This post is making me sad. I don't know why anyone would want to start knowing me based on all this. I'm desperate.

Please can anyone help me?