Not going anywhere

So my healing process is at a stand still. I can leave the house for 4 hours at a time but only in an enclosed vehicle. I feel like if I move out of this neighbourhood, out if this city, that it might help. I want so bad to move on that, the fact I’m having a hard time finding a new place, is really bringing me down. I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t take a year off of work to heal like I had planned. I have to go back. If I want to move and move on, I need to go back to work because I don’t get to get Mommies help. Even when I ask for it and I need it. So I asked; I had support within reach. She was going to come with me. And then it just slipped away. Some people are just more important I guess. Must be nice to have support and help. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure of being on the recieving end. Maybe this is just self pity or maybe I feel like I’m constantly being left behind because I am. I am absolutely and utterly depressed. And I don’t know where to turn.