Halloween is sadly becoming my most hated holiday, instead of my favorite. Seems every year something horrible happens and this one was no exception. There was a lot of rain the last few days and the house was starting to suffer from signs of a clogged sewer line. On Halloween, the rain finally came to end. Despite no more rain, the toilet and bathtub began to violently overflow without warning. Dirty sewage water was spilling all over the floor, while the bathtub slowly started to fill up. Shut off the water on the toilet, but nothing worked. Had to dam off the door jam with towels, but not before it seeped into the hallway and into my bedroom. I was in hysterics, couldn't stop the water. Went into the basement where the sump pump is and discovered that the floor drain was bumbling with more sewage. The worst part was the water now leaking from the upper floor, which led to parts of the ceiling falling off. I was soaking wet, hysterical, screaming, and basically having a breakdown. Had to frantically push water out of the garage, so it wouldn't spill into the rest of the house. Thank God for my brother who showed up to open up the sewer line, which drained all the overflowing water, before anymore damage could be done. Nothing of significant value seems to have been lost yet. We had a plumber come and he went over 70 feet with a drain snake in the sewer line, but couldn't find the blockage, so it may be in the main sewer line. He comes back on Tuesday, but I'm not holding my breath that this will be an easy solution. After drying the upper floor, I saw I had a spot of water in my bedroom. Used a shopvac and sucked it up, thought nothing of it. Then I noticed that a box in my closet was ruined by water and discovered the water had entered further than I thought. Shampooed and cleaned the carpet and used bacteria and odor eliminating spray, but I'm still smelling it. Probably going to have to replace all my carpeting and hope the floor itself isn't ruined as well. Homeowner's insurance should hopefully help out, but again, I'm not holding my breath since nothing ever goes my way. Starting to once again realize why I hate living and how being happy just seems to make the universe give me a reminder of how shit things really are. Can use the toilet and shower very conservatively, until we discover what's wrong with the sewer line and I'm stuck sleeping in a room that has a heavy odor of literal sewage. Haven't slept well and haven't eaten much. Haven't had much that wasn't cigarettes and tequila. Until things are cleared up with insurance and my bedroom resembles its former self, I don't have much desire to do anything but sleep. Getting sick and tired of this shit. The fact that I have to think twice about even smiling or laughing without thinking that can only lead to more hell is a bad one.