That sucks dude, seriously, I empathize with you, but keep trucking, keep a goal in sight if you can. Stay strong, remember that there are good times to look forward to whether or not you can see them coming.
2 years ago I left a 10$ an hour job for a 20$ an hour job, it was pretty awesome, I was happy. About three weeks into that job my supervisor won 36,000,000 dollars. Three days latter they canned me because they said they no longer had anyone to train me.
Well of course I couldn't get my old job back. After about 4 months my savings dried up, I couldn't find a job. So, I had to move back home. After a few months here, a family member offered to let me stay with him in Alberta while I trained to be a pipe fitter, he promised me a job, this was all his idea. So I went there reluctantly. During this time I started to notice that my gut felt off a fair bit. I had seen doctors here but they had no idea what it was.
So I went on my buisness, studied, passed all the tests I needed to pass, meanwhile feeling worse and worse. But of course, no job came. I went down to the union office a few days a week, no luck. My uncle quit his job and burnt my chance of getting hired by the company he was working for. During all of this I was seeing doctors a few times a week trying to figure out what the hell was going on and why I was shitting blood 5 times a day. Eventually it was figured out through a colonoscopy that I had Chron's, and it was pretty severe.
By the time they had figured out what it was I had ulcers all through my lower intestine, and had developed an absses in my rectum. Which was causing my HUGE pain. Of course the whole time I was being told by my ignorant ass aunt and uncle that it was all in my head and I was just 'making excuses'.
Well it got really bad, for a week I could barely move, even breathing, pissing, shitting, was all extremely painful. I couldn't walk, I was in too much pain. My bodyweight had gone from a muscular 210 pounds to a frail 175 pounds over the two months.
Eventually my uncle freaked out at me for being 'useless' after two weeks of not really moving. I tried to explain that I could barely breathe, let alone walk. He continued yelling at me and talking down to me, eventually I lost my shit and started yelling back. (as much as I could manage) he stepped up to me, backing me toward a flight of stairs. I locked eyes with him and stepped forward. He tells me he'll knock my head off. And tell me to get out, he's calling the cops.
There was nothing I could do, I was so fucking sick, had no money, was a provence away from home. And my surgery to remove my absess was the next day. Of course there was no reasoning with the fucker.
I had to borrow money from a friend to get a hotel and plane tickets, my absess burst that night in the hotel. I was very angry.
Anyways, now I have my medication, I am healthy, I've managed to save some money from a job I started last year, I'm in better shape than ever before, and stronger. In the gym 5 days a week. And I'm working one more year so save, then move to Victoria this fall to be with my friends in a beautiful city with lots of stuff to do and beer! I'm happy, and I never would have imagined that I'd be in this state of mind two years ago.