Two months ago I had an apartment, shared a vacation home with my so, was working on starting a business, and looking at buying a house in a year or two. Now I'm single, live in my grandmother's attic after losing losing both of my homes, have zero savings, realized the business won't work, and am a decade or more from even being able to think about buying a house.

The only thing that I feel like I have going for me is my dog. He's the only thing I care about anymore.

Everything feels so pointless.