I text one of my old therapists who gave me a number. They gave me an address to a walk in homeless place where you can sleep over night. It's in a bad area in LA. Tired of being alone in this nightmare and just want to let go. I have a 30 year old lucky bamboo plant who means the world to me, given to me by my mom. It's too much worrying how can I take care of my plant when the 100+ degree heatwaves come. My plant, Sally, is all I have. She's so old and frail. It's all just too much. I just want more than anything to let go