Late February to Mid-April 2009.
Long story short, I was assaulted in my apartment building and lost my roof over my head, I was in a cast with broken bones, got kicked out of my mom's house (where I was working and contributing to expenses) by her abusive boyfriend while I was recovering from my assault, almost lost my job and my health insurance, I was commuting 6 hours a day round trip, I found an apartment then lost it 9 days later to landlord negligence and slept in my car a few times because I had no where to go.
In the meantime, I could not find a lawyer willing to help me, the court system slapped my attacker on the wrist when they dropped the felony relating to my assault, disregarded the Victim's Bill of Rights and decided to ignore me when they could and dick with me when they couldn't, the landlords where the assault took place said I deserved what happened to me for being stupid, and refused to evict my attacker (guess which one of us paid more rent?), an employee at work threw me under the bus, and my mother put down my dog and married the abusive boyfriend without telling me for two weeks.
I felt beyond lonely, I felt absolutely abandoned to a malicious world I did not recognize. Those 2 months were a 60 day flirt with suicide.