Three and half years ago I decided it was time to escape the US south and I moved to a new city with no contacts, and just enough savings to stay at a motel as I searched for a job and an apartment. I managed to find both, although I wound up with a long commute. I really liked the walkable neighborhood my apartment was in, and the job was alright, and I managed to work it out to commute with public transit so that was tolerable.
But after about 2 years, my landlord sold the apartment and I had to move. Meanwhile, I was getting frustrated/bored with work, I'd been transferred to a more technical role with a promise of a raise if I did well at it - I did great but around that time the company got bought out and the promise was forgotten. I also wasn't out as trans and felt awkward coming out there. On the one hand it was an opportunity to relocate closer but I didn't really want to, instead it kinda forced a decision point where I felt like I was as empty-handed as when I first moved up.
My parents wanted me to come home for the holidays, my brother was offering to let me stay while I sort things out and think longer term than just paying the bills, and I was ready for a vacation, and I wanted travel around to visit some friends I hadn't seen in a while. So I decided to move in with my parents for a bit - a decision that I instantly regretted.
Suddenly dropping myself into an environment where I was closeted and also didn't know anyone or have any interest in left me confining myself to my room retreating into video games - to the point that it became difficult to do anything, including, y'know, leaving. The "for the holidays" I had originally planned on stretched out a lot longer than it had any right to, I felt trapped, and I just sort of dissociated.
Finally I got around to moving in with my brother, who I was also not out to, but I did at least have some more privacy and could connect with him a bit more. One day, I finally stopped retreating into games and realized that there was no way forward except through coming out, and I was able to do it.
It went poorly. He kicked me out. But I had steeled myself for it, I knew that was a possibility, and I had survived on my own before and could do it again, and having my back against the wall might have been what I needed to get my ass in gear, so I accepted it in quiet resignation. Then he changed his mind. I was confused and disoriented, things were super awkward between us, and I tried to avoid him. Then he changed his mind again. At that point I was just pissed, yelled at him, and was ready to storm out. He offered to help me with relocation expenses and if I wasn't broke I would've spit on it, instead I swallowed my pride and made peace - although we haven't spoken since.
Fortunately, as luck would have it, my elderly uncle had moved out of his house in the suburbs outside of the city I'd moved to, and I was able to talk my mom into letting me stay there. It's not the best location and the water isn't potable, and my mental health was not the best and I'd developed some bad habits so even back on my own I was just playing a bunch of video games for a while. But just as my savings were drying up, I managed to land a new job.
It's not the best job for a number of reasons, and it's just a temporary warehouse position, but it's connected to something worthwhile (science education). And, it's the first job that I've ever worked where I'm out! In the past I've always been hesitant about being out in the professional sphere. And it feels good to get out of the house and get some money rolling in (although my paycheck doesn't come til next week 
), and to remind myself I'm capable of being more than a shut-in 
Hopefully once I've made some money through this I'll find something else closer, and ideally fewer hours, and be able to find a happy medium between not having income and being extremely averse to spending money vs being tired out and not having enough time to enjoy life, because frankly 40 hours is too much time to spend working unless you really need it.
But for now, I'm back on my feet ~~(literally)~~ and that's a big step forward, I can feel my independence and self-confidence returning, and my desire to push away reality and retreat fading.