So many hard decisions

I am in a hard spot for appropriate housing and have no leg to stand on.  I still can't handle the public.  My counselor and friend suggested working in the bar is retraumatizing me.  It is the only work I've been able to tolerate the last few years.  I could slide into another personality and escape reality or things going on in my head.  I think up until my most recent trauma, it was also a place to blow off steam and full of people just as messed up as I am...or so I thought.  Working at the bar last week showed me I am definitely more messed up right now than the others you usually find around the bar.  I have applied for disability because of my diagnosed mental illnesses.  It's just a waiting game now.  Now I am losing the temporary housing arrangements I had for my family.  Being unable to work and having a very small income that is fixed has left me stranded and at the mercy of others.  Now I have to move on because I've been around too long already.   I feel frozen.  I could go to the city we call home and where more mental health resources are available for me, but I have no where to go there other than a couple of very short term offers from great people.  It will be a waiting game to get into a program that offers assistance.  I completely cannot function on my own at the moment except at my home duties, and we have no real place to call home.  We are in between.  It fluctuates from day to day and somtimes hour to hour with the friend we are staying with.  One moment it is "stay until you can get housing" then the next, "get the hell out".  That isn't helping my sense of security or safety right now.  I know a person can only give so much and I am much, much appreciative for the help thus far.  But the yanking me around on we have to go then can stay then go is just racking my mind.  I am trying to get into assisted housing for mental illness, but there isn't much for families.  I have the option of going into a rehab detox family residential program (pot would be the reason for admission), but I don't really want my kids to be around other people detoxing from more serious addictions.  I shield my kids as much as possible from the symptoms of my mental illness.  And I don't want to go fully exposing them to that world.  I just left a spouse for addiction and don't want the kids around it. That will be the last resort, as in if we get kicked out of where we are.  So many decisions, and they all affect my kids.  This is knitting up my gut.