afraid to get up in a.m./afraid to come “home” in p.m.

each day i find something else that scares me. i am busy round the clock with a long list of survival have tos. went by police station dropped of the fraudulent credit card, the urined t-shirt and the info on how they broke into my email account to sell cars. i did not talk about my hospital stay re: my burned arm via possible acid/bleach. i’m so weak i can barely move. go to cafe and sit in there and eat sandwish there are no other customers. went to grocery tonight i was only customer in store. last night was only customer in wal mart that i could see for first 40 minutes. i have had this very armageddom like existence for many years. in many american burbs if you are there walking and u don’t own car? you may not see a soul. came “home” tonight they had spilled my trash on floor as well as my recyclables. that ripped my published article right out of the mag , stole it. wouldn’t be so hard to get another mag but it really is systemic torture. i’ve tried 6 to 7 ways to reach the domest. vio. people no one has gotten back it’s been 6 days or so. ex therapist hasn’t gotten back it’s been weeks. casework hasn’t gotten back in weeks. i can’t stay here. do section 8 transfers even exist for people who are being victimized? how bout when management doesn’t believe you and much of police and many docs don’t believe you?