One of those days

 No matter what I manage to get done, it never feels like enough, and i invest so much time and energy on watching how few shares and likes things i post get, which of course boosts my depression..This is so important and yet 50% of my brain wants to shut down and hide in the corner til the day the sheriff comes and forces us out..Seven years we have done everything asked of us, seven years we have worked hard to keep things going and barely get by...seven years we have prayed and hoped for a miracle or the lender to grow some humanity and decency and do whats right rather than whats profitable and yet nothing..They are not compelled to do more than what they or the investor (listed as Ginnie Mae) decide.  Families are numbers on papers, and the months they have drawn things out and added up fees and costs to further drown us in debt doesnt help, they know  they won the moment they took over the already underwater mortgage and had no intention on helping us but for the few forbearences they gave us which when they had no plan to help us, do us no good..If you arent pissed as we are, just wait til its you..where a death, an unjust job loss, or serious disability or illness forces you to lose your income and you ask for help before you're even behind, and month after month, years after year when your home is all you have, they take it without helping you keep it..I guess this is my rant for the day..I'm just running out of steam