I'm done. I've been suicidal for 30 years, probably more. In a week, I will lose my 4 children and the home/2bd-apartment I've tried to maintain as a single mother. Every dream, passion, or goal I've had food myself, or the ones I love, has come to nothing but ruin. Over, and over again.There's a constant presence in the back of my mind, waiting, tired of asking if I've had enough yet. I have. I have a thousand times.One week. That's it. I just have to survive. one. more. week.