I'm so depressed I don't know what to do. I chose to come to this personal care home when my previous one closed, instead of going to my own apartment. This place is hell. There is one phone for the whole place, staff and residents, so I can't even call a crisis line because the phone is always in use. The food is terrible. Lunch was sausage, peas and pierogies. I'm diabetic and a health nut. I'm supposed to have lots of whole grains, fresh fruits and vegetables, and I get none of that here. Just looking at what they serve makes me sick. I tried ordering groceries from the local grocery store: fresh apple slices. I put them in the refrigerator and 3 days later they were gone, stolen. My bed slopes downward on the one side. I told the administrator about it and no one has fixed it yet. The bed has no frame so the linens drag on the floor. There is no room for all the stuff I brought, and I actually left alot behind. No room to stretch out my yoga mat. I love doing yoga but not in here, and no there's no place else in the building to do it. I'm behind in my rent already and they're charging me $1300 a month to live here, this after I was specifically told that rent would be based on ability to pay. I can't get into an apartment because they won't accept me if I have back rent. I'm stuck in this place for God knows how long. I often wish I was dead rather than being alive here. I have no family, no one who cares about me.