I was caretakers for my parents for a long time but they got to the point where they required more care than I was able to give. So my sister gave me the shock of my life saying I had one week to leave the house. So for a few weeks I’ve been living in my car, bouncing around California, trying to find an acceptable place to be homeless, but I give up trying to find that place. I thought I was strong enough to do it but I keep getting these waves of panic with no desire to live, but I’ve learned that dying is harder than I thought because of the religion my parents raised me. I see so many happy people, happy couples, people with a lot of money, fancy cars. It makes me feel hopeless, stressed out. At this point all I want is a job and an appointment. How do you find the will to live and the energy to fight for your life?