Stress is killing me too slowly

They did it, notices on the RVs with tape, six weeks till the parking is removed.  4 hours everywhere.  There are a scant few contested spots here and there, but none that would let me sit.  My brakes are now depending on someone in saskatchewan finding a working part in a field somewhere. 
It's dire.  I'm feeling so desperate.
The hate from citizens is getting vicious too. The dance school lady is trying to get me in trouble for dog poop, even taking her dog to the park to leave some so she can complain.  I keep it cleaned.
Drivers burn rubber at 5am outside my window. honk the row every day to and from work, rev and speed by, shout out their windows at us if they see us out.  One guy resorted to spray painting "move this" on people's rvs. When he got caught he tried to clean it but the stuff damaged the paint. Dan got tagged. 
I had a blood pressure crisis one night, and then got it under control, then it spiked again when the missive arrived. Six weeks till I'm forced into a conflict between my non working brakes and the parking demands of a population that resents me for existing.  I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.  My only alternative being sitting on the ground crying in the weather being told I can't loiter there, yet again.
I still don't know anything about the size of my mother's estate, the barest legal right my sister has denied me, much less whether probate court has stepped in.  No idea if there's anything coming except all the magical thinking that points yes. It's all I've been living on.  Obsessively. There is zero other hope of avoiding the oncoming disaster. How the fuck do I? I can't calm down.  can't do anything for being too disraught.  I have no resources. Just what's parked  in this bus, it's everything I have, all my hope and possibility, my shelter, the shelter for my pets and plants, and inanimate things imbued with animus, and all. Not only would I be bereft of function or distraction in a homeless shelter, I'd be harassed and harangued by humans 24/7 because there is no solitude there.  Privacy is a luxury in capitalism, like sleeping, resting, eating, staying warm and dry. Luxuries for those who can pay.   To enforce this they abuse the bylaws and municipal order system to ensure nobody escapes the system.  Nobody gets away with being comfortable unless they have been preselected by one of the elite for the privilege, aka given a decent job.  
you cannot entrepreneur anymore.  The banks flood us with advertising suggesting elsehow but how few poeple who borrow and start a business independently remain there more than five years?  And of those businesses remaining from last century, they are all in terrible condition facing possible building demolition orders, only allowed to remain because it feels cute to have a few of them around or they provide a service the rich fuckers like.  Or are too damn vital to go down easy.  Like the last laundromat.  Last place you can go in and coin op your wash. After they fold, it's people washing laundry in the creeks and drying it on the park trees.  Then poeple complain to bylaw who come and say you can't do laundry in the creek. So they pick up water in buckets and do it in the park woods, or late at night.  And still hang it all over the trees because that's not illegal. 
When you explain that your survival is at stake and you have no other way, they say "you are going to have to find one."  They say "I can't tell you what to do, you just can't do this."   It's like training animals purely with punishment and also expecting them to escape the labratory. 
I don't know if this will help me feel calmer.  I have six weeks and will spend the entire time periodically shaking and crying, I guess.  Plus constipation, tension headaches and back aches, exhaustion, nervous exhuastion resulting in random sudden sleepiness attacks with brain fog and yawning.
Memory is all shot.  Cognition is spotty.  Sometimes I can't even parse what I'm seeing with my eyes, the optic center seems unable to report to the head office. I can see it, I can use the language department to lable it, but I can't understand what the words mean or what I'm labeling.
And in all this I'm supposed to convince some multinational corporation to pay me to show up every day for a set number of hours ostensibly doing something useful?  Kids out of college with a masters can't get entry level employment and I'm supposed to pull myself out of homelessness???  Yeah, anyone who thinks that, is going to find it equally hard to pull their head out of their ass.

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