from losing everything and becoming homeless

Hi, my name is Skye and the pup in the picture is Norma Jean. We've been through a lot together over the last almost 10 years and this dog is definitely my best friend. She could probably tell you my story better than I can but I'm gonna give it a try.

I've been through many life experiences and even though things haven't always worked out the way I had hoped, I've always appreciated the lesson and the growth that each season brought. I've always, by the grace of God, found a way to stand back up and push forward. Helping others as much as I could. But I've currently found myself in a season of life where I do not know what to do.

I bought my first house about 2 and a half years ago. Shortly after however, I lost my job of 13 years. It was a very stressful and unfair situation but I chalked it up to an opportunity to start a new chapter and find something that would hopefully give me a chance to really put my skills to work.

However, shortly after starting a new job, my boyfriend got covid and went into cardiac arrest on my couch. I had to give him CPR until the paramedics arrived. He made it out of the hospital but was written off as basically being brain-dead. I slept on a cot next to his bed for about 3 months to help take care of him. He was on a trach and feeding tube. I would alternate between doing that and going to work. However, doing this did limit the amount of time I was able to put into work. He and I did not date long before all of this happened but my heart wouldn't allow me to just walk away from the situation. He did eventually pass away.

I could have rented my house out during this time frame however, I had a friend with a baby that happened to be in need of a place to stay until she could get back on her feet. I didn't want to charge her more than she could afford because I knew she needed that money to get herself situated and she did help when she could. My heart has always been my biggest blessing and my biggest curse. So when you love deeply you hurt deeply too not just for yourself but for others around you.

I started selling what I could to keep up with the bills as best as I could. After my boyfriend passed, I was working a job but at this point, the money I was making versus the amount of time I was spending working and the money going towards tools for the job wasn't touching the number of bills I had. And on top of all of that, I was still dealing with the exhaustion that I didn't know I had from everything that had just occurred in my life.

I needed a break to figure out everything and I was desperately trying to find a way not to lose my house. I took a step back from that job to pursue other avenues. None of them worked out and I was running out of time. I tried to sell my house as a last-minute way to get back on my feet but the contract fell through and I was out of resources.

At this point, my truck has been repossessed, my electricity, water, and trash are shut off and my house is about to hit foreclosure. My dog and I have nowhere to go and if it weren't for the kindness of my neighbors we would be complete without food, water, and heat. However, this is only a temporary solution. I have multiple job opportunities but with no ride and minimal access to electricity, it's hard to commit to an employer at the moment.

I just need to get back on my feet so I can provide for myself and my dog. I've never been one to ask for help and it has always brought my heart so much joy to be the one helping others in need. However, I am out of time and have no other options. Norma and I are greatly appreciative of any help.