My story, need advice

So, I will try to make this as short as possible, unfortunately, I can't make this guarantee but I do appreciate anyone ahead of time that delves further in this post. Don't even know why I am putting it up since I doubt any body gives a $#%^ but it's worth some investment I guess. Makes me feel like I tried.

Tried an appointment with a therapist once but it didn't work well. Her only suggestion was, "Take more vitamins". She even said I have a common cold version of depression yet according to my analysis sheet upon leaving, it CLEARLY said, "Severe Major Depression."
Further ado, let me start off with a short version of my previous years before all this happened. Was an athletic kid who enjoyed the outdoors up until we got our first computer (Was about 12) and was very mesmerized by it's capabilities at the time which eventually landed me in becoming quite addicted to using it, landing me in return to become obese.

I don't need to get into detail about how it affected me in high school. It's pretty obvious I got picked on quite a bit. (Go figure) Parents eventually got divorced when I was 14 and let my mother take custody of me because at the time me and my sister were close and well... she didn't stay very long. My mother eventually turned to drugs and between getting picked on in school constantly because of my weight, my mother decided to do so as well.

Cutting out some minor details, my father finally got custody back of me, especially after she made the statement she only wanted me in her possession for the child support money, everything seemed well until my father turned to drinking and eventually turned into the same person my mother was. Granted me and my father were still close and was still loving despite his addiction.

Decided I really wanted to join the Army or any form of military branch as a career, go to physical, find out I have Ulcerative Colitis, cutting me out of EVER being able to join any military branch.... pretty much destroying my dream as I lost 370LBs (putting me at 125LBS at the time) in order to even get in.

Father dies on Christmas day and I am disowned by my entire family due to inheritance money I got screwed out of by some scum bag (was young and dumb and put money down on a house).

Moving on a few year later, I manage to get by taking care of myself and eventually fall for a friend of mine who at the time (didn't know until after the fact) was hooked on drugs and simply used me as a getaway. Don't know what I saw in her, maybe the fact I failed so many other times in my life I could succeed in changing her by helping her out since she was down on her luck.

She goes to jail and was still stupid enough to help her even though something told me not to and that it was a ploy. Sure enough, when she gets out, she forgets what I did for her and runs back to her ex bf who is also a druggie. Handled the situation immaturely and won't go into detail for certain reasons. Said some stuff I shouldn't have said and we will leave it like that.

Months later (at the time I was working two jobs), I fell for another girl but this time it lasts for about 3-4 years until she decided she was no longer happy (I was a bit over jealous at times from what I had experienced previously) and cheated and got pregnant. (Claimed she was raped)

Current situation, I rent a room for now with some poser redneck wannabes, who instead can't talk $#%^ to me to my face, I can occasionally hear them talk about me as I don't prefer the same hobbies they do. I find my time more valuable then sitting around the television watching television, drinking beer (assuming they can't handle the hard $#%^) and whatever they usually do on their ritual Sunday. I personally still work two jobs, so I only get little free time on Sunday and that day I do sometimes like to play a game or two for about 2 hours and move on with my day. (I had a second job different from the current one which had me working both weekend days but my main job forced me to quit it or become unemployed...) To top it off, they think my disease which has now progress to a worse stage (Severe Ulcerative Pancolitis) is hilarious. (Causes you to use the bathroom alot.) Can't afford medication even though I pay $100 in healthcare. Money goes into bills and living expenses.

Bottom line, I feel like people hate me where I live and have been given a bad reputation here over the years since it's a small town. I swear I get to the point I want to burst and am afraid I am going to either commit crime to get the hell out of here or just give up point blank. At least in prison I can get the health care I need and deserve. I DON'T WANT TO RESORT TO THAT but everyday the way people treat me like $#%^ pushes me further into wanting to give in.

LUCKILY, I have been in recent contact with some friends of mine who live in a different state and know of what I have dealt with and have offered me a chance at a new life away from this hell hole they call a "city". Rent free, an opportunity to actually pursue an education to actually bring myself to find a different career rather then moping over my military dream being crushed completely and not being good at anything else. (No education - just a GED.)

Should I take the opportunity and run with it? The reason I ask is primarily that I currently have a job and don't know the actual situation where they live. (Further north from where I am) But was told they have plenty of jobs available.

I really don't know what else to do. I'm on the brink of losing it staying here, I really don't see what other options I have and am wanting to turn to drinking like my father did in order to relieve the pain I am experiencing. (Tried it once and enjoyed the feeling greatly too but conked up the willpower to stop. Luckily it wasn't for very long at all a week at best.)

Please help.

To someone who is young, without obligations, who has a chance at something better, I usually say, 'take it'. Only you know what the folks you know are like, that have extended this offer.

Thank you kindly for the response, at this rate, I really see no other choice. I feel as if my heart is telling me to take it as well. (If you believe in that type of thing.)

My only question remaining is, what do people here in my area see what is so funny on having Pancolitis? People, including my manager at my current place of employment has taken a jab at me with it.

I didn't choose to have Pancolitis nor Depression, when it comes down to it.

Some industries you must have a thick skin. It is so where I work. I have several nicknames, some nice, some not so nice. My quirks are cataloged, noted, and if they can amuse, they do. Any thing people can latch onto, they will. You are scrutinized for something to talk about or be a source of amusement. You either embrace it, play it up and laugh with them, or be miserable. I chose the former. Thin skinned people need not apply.