I can’t sleep. I was forced to retire last year because of illness and now I live in an assisted living facility. Sometimes I hate it here. I’ve got nothing in common with the people here. I miss working. I miss my home. Sometimes I dream I’m there and when I wake up my heart breaks because I find I’m here. My sister found this place for me and she and her husband have helped me a lot but so many times I resent my sister because she sold the house and I’d not save my belongings. I know they were just things but they were mine, and she treated them like junk. My cat is with me and I couldn’t stand this place without him. I keep thinking about my last Xmas back home—Iwas so happy and I don’t think I’ll ever be really happy again. I want my things back. I want my life back. What can I do? I can’t trust anyone because the day after I talked to a hotline (I was NOT going to kill myself, I just wanted to talk to someone)a police car was sent to my house and I was taken against my will to an asylum for 24 hours. I can’t go through that again, and no one would take care of my cat. I would do anything to be happy again, for my sake and my cat’s. My general health has improved since I’ve been here.