pass the calculator, I need to work out my points!

So this week Iv dipped my toe into the murky waters of 'bidding', which from what I can make out involves me looking at a lot of terrible flats in the worst parts of Camden and trying to bid for one against the other thousands of people all doing the same thing! now don't get me wrong, I'm not in a position to be fussy, and I shouldn't moan about a roof over my head, but when you have been told by the Council who are meant to be helping you, that you shouldn't even bother bidding as you so far down their list, then it all seems so futile.
So there are some stark choices to be made, I could go down the route of going to the doctor and saying all this shit is causing me stress, sleepless nights and anxiety, and that would all be true, but I am loathed to let this situation I find myself in dictate my life and my health, yes it is stressful, yes it seems pointless going 'by the books' as I don't have anywhere near enough points to make a decent bid, and yes I know people get more points by using their health as an issue, but it seems like jumping from one problem to another, maybe I'm just stubborn and don't want to admit how much this can affect someone.
London is turning into a playground for the rich, even before I lost my job I was living with my boyfriend in his parents home, saving as much as we could to get a deposit for a flat of our own, even 3 years ago, with two wages coming in we struggled, and when I fell pregnant and subsequently got the sack, those hard earned savings disappeared, and now, looking up from the bottom it all seems so much harder, its not like I'm lazy either, and neither are the many mums I know stuck on benefits, all of them trying to find ways to provide, to escape the system, and most of us stuck.
So not a cheery update, but a realistic one, sometimes shit happens, and you just have to get on with sorting it out, and push comes to shove I will sod off to a nice hot country and teach English to little kids on a beach somewhere rather then sit this reccession out in a hostel waiting for the powers that be to give me some grubby bedsit if Im lucky!