Our family has been fighting to get out of homelessness since October 2019. The past 6 months have been extremely long, full of emotional ups and downs. The reason I am making this is because I was expecting a tax return of $3,000 after fighting to keep a job for the majority of 2019. My car stopped driving properly just after I had received my first paycheck from my new job in Portland, OR. I didnt have the necessary money to fix it so I kept driving as long as I could and eventually had to quit my job due to not being able to make it to work safely. I tried to make my check last as long as I could, same for the last one I had recieved (only got 2 paychecks before my car wouldnt make the drive to work anymore). So we found the safest spot for us to sleep in our car, and began applying at places for work. No matter how many times I called to check up on any of our applications I was told that someone would reach back out to us. We tried for 2 months. During this time I filed my taxes as quickly as I possibly could in hope's that I could get my return, fix my car, move us home, and get a real home for us to live in, even if it is an tiny 1 bedroom apartment. I waited an entire month for my return before finding out that my whole return was applied to outstanding federal student loans from the single semester of college I attended in 2015. The single semester of college that kind of ruined my life. I have been working so hard for the past 4 years to try to be a normal, functioning adult in society. Try to hold a job longer than 90 days, try to work hard to get a place to call my own, trying to ignore the trauma, but with that also came ignoring my loans because I didnt feel like I had any money to give them. I was too worried about taking care of my myself and my family. So for 3 years I got my tax return back, surprisingly enough. But the one year that we are really struggling and I am fighting extremely hard to keep my will to keep fighting, and the only thing that could get us out of the situation we were in was snatched away from us. So now I have to try to figure out how to bathe so we can get jobs to get out us out of this. If anyone is willing to help us and donate to our fight to finally be in a safe home, we would appreciate it more than words can even describe.