Just reading your post makes my toes curl. I can’t believe you got through that. After just one day, I would have crawled into a corner and lapsed into a state of catatonic schizophrenia.
It was not easy at all, nor was it any amount of fun. The only thing that kept me going during the day in those dark, black times was the thought that every day that passed, my sister was one step closer to coming back, and we were one day closer to getting a house. We went without food so many days, the front desk was always at our door in the morning letting us know that they wanted payment (they didn't even bother to knock or ask to come in, they just used a skeleton key to open the door and barge in like they owned our room), we were constantly bringing our only sources of entertainment in and out of the pawn shop to compensate for different expenses, and probably most stressful of all, mom and Charles had their disputes right in the middle of the hotel room; and keep in mind, this is a room designed for only one or two people at a time (or three in this case), so it's really small and all that's in it is two beds, a cooking range, a sink, a fridge and a bathroom...and when my mother and Charles had an argument to settle (as in, a yelling match), there was nowhere to go to give them space to settle it and wait it out, and I didn't have the option of going outside the room because Charles would always lock the door on me until the argument was over (to be fair, this was his way of telling me to go somewhere and calm down so that the tension doesn't make me panic).
And every day, I always woke up to overhear nothing but bad news about something we needed. Every single day I woke up, I always just so happened to see mom or Charles in the middle of a phone call with DSS or the doctor's office, and by everything they said, I could tell something was going wrong. All this happening to me at once, forcibly piled onto me and expecting me to just deal with it up front cold turkey, really, REALLY did some seriously mortal damage to my morale, and soon, I was just an empty, unfeeling shell of a soul who had lost every ounce of faith in God, and decided the entire world itself was just nothing but only evil, and that's all it would ever be.
That all has changed now, and things are VERY different, like they should be. And I am always grateful that they changed for the better. But I will never forget those three-hundred and sixty-five days that we suffered and toiled in hell.