Between no heat, always hungry, my mind saying it’s tires.

I’m pretty much at the sport where it’s been months since I’ve gotten a hug weeks since I’ve eaten with someone and honestly I’m sick of it. I’ve tried to get out, I’ve tried to be better, I’ve tried. However all I do is fail. Earlier this spring I thought of suicide but the topic left more questions than answers. I’m at a point where I’m alone, scared, afraid of losing my job which would leave me nothing. With my air conditioning broke and temps in the 90’s inside my house. I keep looking for the light of the tunnel but someone put bricks over it. Even if I wanted out I have no way out.