This may be the first time I truly tell this part of my story. I’m not sure if it comes from a place of courage or desperation. Either way, here it goes. In 2017 I was married. I was sick with adenomyosis, endometriosis, uterine polyps, ovarian cysts, and many other painful and limiting reproductive issues. In 2017 my husband had an affair. This happened right before Christmas. I had a surgery scheduled for February. The affair was with one of his coworkers. He told me it meant nothing and he wanted to stay together with me. I tried. I really tried. I had the surgery and he was the one to take care of me. I felt vulnerable and confused. I kept trying. My past had been so traumatic that finding someone I could fully trust, and I did, was incredible. That was gone. I couldn’t get that back. I was at such a loss of what to do and in a hole of never feeling like I could trust again that I decided to end it. Not the marriage, my life. My attempt failed, but I did come out with some clarity. I had to leave or I would be emotionlessly going through the motions my whole life. I left in May of 2018. I began figuring out where to land and flying to a few places to set up my new life. In June of 2018 my life took another unexpected turn. I was in a city meeting an acquaintance for a drink before my flight. Two men showed up at the bar and took an interest. That night I was drugged and raped by one of those men. I woke the next day knowing something was very wrong and different with my body. I was scared. I spent the next few years as a lab rat to try to regain my abilities and figure out what happened. The consensus, the cocktail of drugs they gave me permanently damaged my nervous system, and the trauma layered on trauma after trauma finally broke the camel’s back. I was diagnosed with FND on top of being autistic and a handful of other disorders. I spent two years bedridden with unbearable symptoms like burning, seizures, paralysis, and dissociation. It took medication, dedication, and not being wanted where I was currently staying (being an ex) to gain back a little bit of functionality. I was so unwelcome where I was at this point that I left in a teardrop trailer and car (it took years to be able to drive again) to live on the road and in the unknown. I had nowhere to go and no other options. I also had no money since I had been unable to work, and my divorce settlement left me with a mere three thousand dollars years earlier. I did, however, get disability after years of trying. It is now over five years later, and I am still barely functioning living on the road. A lot has happened, both good and bad, but mostly just costly to my health and wellbeing and preventing further recovery. I have not been able to be in one place long enough to have community. It is all on me to change my situation. I know it is going to be, as it has been, difficult. I am up to the challenge now more than ever. I want to be me again. It has been increasingly more dangerous on the road, and it is time to really heal. I have set up this fund to help supplement my very low SSI income for living expenses and with the hope to be able to save for a better future.