My name is Holly Wygandt O'Keath. I am 45 years old. I'm currently struggling with mental health, SUD, developmental disabilities, and physical disabilities. I'm generally a person who enjoys working. I love working. In my spare time, I like going to parks with my four-year-old best friend and service dog, Sugar. I have ear

ned the name "workaHolly." I went from being homeless for 10+ years to getting into an apartment and working at Amazon DPD2 & EUG5. I loved working for Amazon. I started delivering for DD and then Instacart. I also worked for a non-profit organization called Outsiders Inn. I got my Recovery Coach certification by going to Recovery Cafe. I was helping my daughter with a ride to get her friends out of detox Easter weekend. My heart was into helping these people. A week or two before, my street kid Issac Rooney had just passed away in Las Vegas from an overdose. I figured his partner would join him sooner than later; he passed a month ago from overdosing. I was late back to work. I went back to work, letting HR know about what I was doing. They suggested taking family medical leave. I couldn't afford to do so at the time. I tried to continue to work. I ended up going below my hours allowed for PTO. I GOT FIRED. I wasn't aware that was the other option. Dang. I lost my job at Outsiders Inn due to a pregnancy loss. Delivery driving wasn't cutting it. I finally ran out of monetary resources. I fought eviction for over six months. In the meantime, the summer (last summer) came, and there went my back. I was shopping and slipped and fell in the produce area. I broke my back, L1 and L2. Finally, things took their toll with a head injury from my fall. My boyfriend at the time was in a horrible SUD relapse. I ended up in the hospital in September from trying to commit suicide. I just wanted to give up.

A month ago, I became carless, jobless, and homeless. I'm camping outside on the streets. Trying to move camp every couple of days is impossible. A lot of shelters don't allow service animals. Today, thanks to a good friend, I will be getting a camping spot for Sugar and me at a state park for a week. I'm in the process of switching meds with my psychiatrist. I'm going into a residential treatment center as soon as the paperwork gets done (clearance from my broken back).

I'm asking for help with a couple of small bills and everyday survival (in my case, transportation to get from point A to point B). I have a difficult time walking. I have my phone bill with T-Mobile way overdue (can't make calls out, which makes things hard trying to make sure I get all the calls in that I need to make progress). My storage is past due. I've lost a lot already and need to pay it soon before I lose everything in it. It's hard not to give up completely. I struggle with that daily.