I really hate to make this kind of post, but I'm at my wits end and I don't really know what else to do. I really need to find a new therapist, but I don't know what my insurance is going to do next year and I'd hate to try to find one now and maybe get one appointment only to have to find a different one if my insurance changes.

Hubby and I both have mental health problems (I have depression and anxiety and he has bipolar and anxiety), and we need to find another place to live. I work full time, and he's a full-time college student with about another year to year and a half to finish his degree (biomedical engineering). We can't really afford to have our own place though; we had to move out of our apartment last April because they raised the rent too much.

So we moved in with my mother-in-law and her brother. We live right by the one college campus that hubby goes to, which is nice because we only have his car, and I can't afford one. Well, I was planning on buying one within the next 6 months or so, but if we move out there's no way I can afford rent and a car on just my income (about $1800/month after taxes; average rent here is upwards of $1000 now and that doesn't include anything).

My mother-in-law is the type of person who just wants to help everyone, bless her. She has a sister who has MS and is wheelchair-bound for several years. Her sister is married to Warren Jeffs' brother, and he wasn't letting her have her medication or get to dr appointments and physical therapy or anything, so she came here and has been staying here off and on since July with her 14-year old daughter who is her main caregiver right now, so she can go to appointments and physical therapy and stuff. She also smokes a lot of weed. My MIL also has MS, but she's not in a wheelchair yet.

Her brother, on the other hand, is a complete ass. He drinks all the time and has a lot of homeless friends who were hanging out and staying over here at one point; MIL has put a stop to that and the weed at least for now though. He also works full time, as does MIL.

We have two cats; hubby's cat is 16 and was just diagnosed with stage 3 kidney failure, so we also have that to deal with now. She may live for another year on special diet and fluids. My cat is 12 and still runs around and plays like he's one year old, and we also would take him outside on a leash and harness sometimes. Uncle-in-law decided it would be a good idea to let him outside on his own, or into the garage, and kept doing it after I repeatedly told him not to. We had a big argument over it a while ago; I don't trust him though so I've had to keep my cat shut in the computer room most of the time but all he wants to do is run around the house.

Hubby also has delayed-sleep pattern, which means he doesn't go to sleep until around 4am, so we stay up late. We do our best to be quiet and respectful though. We often get woken up early on the weekends though by either MIL's dogs barking or uncle-in-law making noise (and I am apparently the worlds' lightest sleeper, and I'm a highly-sensitive introvert; I don't do well with noise and I need a lot of quiet time to recharge). But every time we try to talk to uncle-in-law about anything now he gets belligerent and rude. Today I couldn't get back to sleep after the special cat food got delivered and the dogs were barking their fool heads off, even with earplugs in and I went out to see who was running around opening and closing doors, and he said well, you guys are loud at 3am! and then went out to start cutting the grass.

It's been like this since we moved in in April. We've asked MIL to kick her useless brother out since he keeps ignoring her wishes and being disrespectful but she won't so it looks like our only hope is to find another place to live again. I can talk to my managers at work and see about arranging for me to get rides to work; one of the managers already has some idea of what's been going on. Public transportation isn't really an option since it's so slow and unreliable.

I just wish there was help for us to get out of this situation and be stable; between our mental health and the cats that need care, and the illegal weed in the house (I don't have a problem with weed itself, only that it's illegal and if we were to get caught we'd all be in trouble and MIL could potentially lose the house, and then we'd have no where else to go; no one else has room for us to stay either and anyway I don't want a room in a house, I want to have our own place, I hate living with other people). God bless america, eh?

Sorry this is so long-winded; it's just that there's so much that's been going on and it's been going on for so long with no end in sight and I don't really know what if any help there is available. I really needed to vent. I have a stomach ache from the anxiety. I can't concentrate. I'm tired all the time and I can't take naps because it's never quiet long enough for me to go to sleep. I know there's a lot of people out there who are in similar or worse situations. I'll be going to bed soon though so won't be around to answer comments for a while.