Update 10/14/25
I have been served with eviction papers. We need urgent help. There is no rent assistance available where I live. I have been working on myself for quite a long time. I experienced severe childhood trauma. My ex-husband and the father of my three kids died five years ago. My sister died two years ago.
I have asked for help from friends and family and it is just not enough. I'm heartbroken from the many things I have experienced in life. I love my children. My oldest child left after his father passed away to move to England to live with his paternal grandparents. I have not spoken to him since and it hurts me badly. I have tried to reach out to him, but he does not feel he is able to talk to me and I respect his decision.
I wrote a book about my life experiences and self published it. I have done all kinds of shadow work, fasting, herbalism, EMDR and equine therapy for healing. I have cared for my self as a single mother as well as my three kids and have spent my life helping others as a massage therapist and wellness coach.
I have big dreams. Will you help me?
Update 8/14/25
I was thankfully saved from eviction by the help of St. Vincent de Paul church as well as Solid Rock Christian/First Baptist
Although Jim at Solid Rock First Baptist bullied me by saying that I had to find all of the remaining rent money and get that together because it wouldn't be worth it to him if my landlord got the $200 that he offered and I still got evicted.
When I called him to let him know that I did secure the funds, he asked me "What rock did you find that under?" and I said "Obviously not Solid Rock church, Jim".
Jim insisted that he send me the check, even though it was made out to my property management company. It sure seemed like he delighted in making me suffer.
Then, the woman at the property management company was texting me before 9 AM on Monday, August 14th because she told me that she should have started the eviction process already.
I have made tearful phone calls to close friends who know what a difficult time I have had, but they told me something else would come along.
Update 8/6/25
I have received agressive eviction notices from my property management company via email and text only. I am in need of legal assistance. Can anyone help?
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Hello, my name is Melissa Lewis. I am many things. I am a woman, mother, dog owner, friend, head of my household, college graduate, nail technician, massage therapist, wellness coach, author, spiritual alchemist but most importantly, I am a good person.
Today, I am heartbroken and struggling. Despite my best efforts, I cannot pay my bills.
I moved to the Prescott, Arizona area just over three years ago with my family to heal from a very difficult life. From the outside, it may look like a beautiful life, but from the inside it hurts deeply. I have been struggling with health issues for over thirty years. I have seen doctors and alternative health practioners regularly and gone to what many would call extreme measures to regain my health.
I have three children and a dog that I love dearly. In fact, the only reason I am alive today is because of them. Honestly, I would have committed suicide. I have sought help. Many years ago, I went to Southdale hospital, scared and exhausted by the demands of my life. I was admitted, but when I told the health care worker that I was afraid of homelessness, she asked me what job I was going to get to pay my bills. I went back to an empty house alone, shocked and deeply saddened. I went back to work the next day.
I left Minnesota after a very difficult life. I was a divorced single mother who was giving 110% just to survive. I shared custody of my children with their father who died of cancer in 2020. When I left Minnesota, I had high hopes a new life. I thought I would make friends, find a community, explore the beauty of Arizona and start a business helping people overcome challenges that I have overcome.
Reality was much different. I was in severe pain when I arrived and I didn't understand it. I had a spiritual awakening in August of 2019 where Jesus came to me and told me that I was about to begin a major spiritual mission. It was actually so shocking that I ended up going via ambulance to an emergency room. In the ambulance, I asked the EMT workers to hold my hand and I was told "no" several times.
One EMT was busy doing paperwork and the other was sitting across from me unfazed. I begged and eventually, he offered me a gloved hand. I had so much energy in my body from Jesus and begged again to have my hand held.
I asked so many times that the EMT workers were upset and felt the need to put me in restraints. At no time during this ambulance ride did I ever threaten the EMT workers or act in any way that would be harmful to them. I was scared. The only thing that kept me somewhat calm was knowing that my neighbor and close friend worked at HCMC, the hospital where I was headed. When I arrived at the hospital, they didn't know what to do with me. I ended up being admitted to the psych ward. I was menstruating, dehydrated and terrified. I was treated like a prisoner and forced to change into inmate style clothing. I was given an intake and a tampon. My clothes and all of my belongings were taken. I was denied any further assistance until I produced a urine sample.
There was another person in the unit. I made friends with him. We were in a common area, separated by a glass partition from the staff. As we sat on the concrete floor, leaning against the wall, I asked him if he would hold my hand, and he agreed. We sat there like two innocent children, talking and awaiting our destinies. I felt better. Moments later, a member of the staff frowned and scowled at us for holding hands and forced the other patient back to his room.
It took almost an hour for me to drink enough fluid to produce the sample. The sample was deemed acceptable and I was assigned to a concrete room and evaluated by a doctor. My friend, a nurse, took a break from her shift a few floors above, to see me. She assured me that everything was going to be ok. A few minutes later, she left to go back to work. The hospital decided that I didn't need to be admitted.
I remember being on my knees on the concrete floor, with my elbows on the bed praying to god. I had no idea what would happen to me. I called my parents and a friend, who I had seen just two days before. Neither of them could pick me up from the emergency room.
I waited for what felt like hours. A staff member handed me the phone. The woman on the end of the line announced herself as Theresa. In a shaky voice, I pleaded, will you pick me up? She seemed surprised and I could feel her heart melting. She said she would send a driver. I was given my clothes back, just a sleeveless summer dress and sandals, and told go outside to wait for the car. Night had fallen, I was disoriented, scared and unaware of where I was going. The man drove me through downtown Minneapolis to a large brick house and told me this was where I was supposed to be dropped off. I looked at the glass doors of the house and pleaded, will you please wait until I get inside? He agreed and I approached the doors where Theresa warmly greeted me, sat me down and listened.
Since I have been in the Presskit area, I have gone through tremendous levels of healing. I have worked with a licensed therapist, done EMDR, seen a somatic healer, rested, slept numerous hours in the sunshine in my backyard on an air mattress, taken walks with my dog, attended yoga events, eliminated dairy from my already strict, healthy, meat and egg free diet, sat in the community hot tub through the winters and swam in the community pool to gently exercise, tended to my grieving children, used legal psychedelics for spiritual and healing purposes, participated in equine therapy through a non-profit organization, journaled, meditated, avoided screens to clear my mind, fasted, and used numerous other methods to heal from my past.
I have opened myself up to my neighbors, letting them know that we came here to start a new life.
As I write this, I don't feel like I have any friends.
Less than a year ago, I began to have severe perimenopausal symptoms. Despite my best efforts to do every natural and healthy thing I could, I knew I needed medical help. With sadness and defeat, I made an appointment to see a medical provider.
I was prescribed medications for HRT. It was a very scary and painful process for me. I felt like I was a bother to both the practioner and the medical office where I sought help.
I am completely out of money. I have been applying for jobs through websites and professional social media.
I have made numerous, tearful phone calls to people who I thought were my friends, who have known about the tremendous hurdles I have faced through decades of my life asking for financial help. The answer I have received most often is "I'm sure something will come your way."
I have called all of the emergency numbers given to me by local organizations and the state of Arizona. Despite websites full of resources, I am told funds are depleted.
I called my property management company in tears and told them that I do not have enough money to pay the rent. The woman on the phone said to me "You know you still owe the rent payment?". I replied, yes, that is why I am crying. She informed me that the eviction process for my home will start on the 4th.
I had applied for a job a month ago, completed three interviews, repeatedly called the interviewer back to find out if the company was still interested in employing me, waited for the hiring manager to call both of my references and took a urine drug test.
I showed up, bright and early, for the job on Monday, July 28th. I filled out and signed at least 10 forms, met the office staff, sat with the director and was given a signed employment offer.I was led to believe that the job was in the office from 9-5 and a standard 40-hour work week. When I finished with the morning tasks, my manager asked me to pull up my calendar and proceeded to readjust the entire work week, telling me that during my first week I would be expected to work a 12-hour day along with several other beginning and end times.
Finally, I was told that I was expected to assume responsibility for driving the company's vehicles, which was not mentioned during my five previous interactions with the hiring manager. I declined and I was told my workday was over.
When I arrived home, I had a voicemail stating that the company was no longer interested in employing me. I was asked if I wanted to pick up my check or would I like it mailed to me. I opted for it to be mailed.
Jim, from a local community church returned my phone call for emergency eviction help. He said "what's your situation?" I quickly explained my situation and Jim required me to provide my social security number and asked how much money I had for my rent. When I said a few hundred dollars he demanded to know the details of my survivor’s social security benefits.
I explained that I didn't have the full amount because I had to pay my water bill to Prescott Valley Utilities or they would shut my water off. He replied "would you rather have a house to live in or no water?" He proceeded to give me the numbers of eight more churches to call in the Dewey area. He said in a mean voice, "now you have homework, call them all and get back to me."
I waited for him to explain how his church could help me. He told me he could offer me $200, but not until I had all of the other money for the rent secured because it wouldn't be worth it if I was to get evicted and the landlord received his money.
I asked him if he could send the money directly to the property management company and he told me no because I had to do all of my calling homework first.
I confided in my neighbor about the eviction date. She asked if it was because I failed the drug test for the company. The company who was hired to perform the drug test had some kind of issue and the results were not available.
The pee test was humiliating. I picked up the testing form from the company's office and arrived to the drug testing location. I was asked to put my purse in a locker. I was wearing a loose, long dress because that is what my menopause body likes in the Arizona summer heat. I pull the pockets out to show the drug test lady that I don’t have anything left. She hands me the specimen container; I pee in it and some urine drips on the side. It's gross.
Somehow, I hold the container with one hand and pull my panties back up with the other. I open the door and I apologize to the drug test lady explaining that I dripped urine and ask if I’ve filled the container enough. She glances, says "yes" and takes the container with her gloves on.
I stand by the toilet with the yellow water and follow all of her directions. She has to look in the toilet and flush it and then I am allowed to wash my hands as she oversees. I would be so uncomfortable if I had my period and blood was in the container and the toilet.
On Monday, I started a new job. An employment contract was signed. I was led to believe that the job was Monday-Friday 9-5. After paperwork was signed, I was asked to get my calendar out. The following schedule was given;
Tuesday 9-4, Wednesday 6AM-7:30 PM, Thursday 12:30-8:30 and Friday 9-4. I was also told that I would be expected to drive the company's vehicles, which was not mentioned at any of the three interviews or two additional phone calls with the hiring manager. On Monday when I arrived home, I received a voicemail that the company was no longer interested in employing me.
I was informed by my property management company that an eviction process will begin on August 4th. I live with two of my children. One of them started his first week of high school and got his first job a month ago when he turned 16. My oldest son has two jobs and will continue at a local community college this session.
Please my family and I.
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