My name is anne, and I never imagined I’d be in this situation at 60 years old. Until recently, I was renting a room from a friend, but when he started a new relationship, I was asked to move out. The hardest part was having to surrender my beloved dog, Princess, who I’d raised since she was eight weeks old. She was my companion and comfort, and losing her has left a hole in my heart. I’ve tried to find shelter, but the process is slow and complicated, and I’ve been living in my car ever since.

The physical toll has been overwhelming, especially after surviving breast cancer during the pandemic. My body isn’t the same, and the bone pain and insomnia make every day harder. I do my best to get by—sometimes checking into a hotel on cold nights, using gas to keep warm, and taking my clothes to the laundromat. I’ve reached out to family, but haven’t been able to get help. My phone bill is due, and I’m scared of losing access to the only way I can reach out for help or find my way around.

I’m asking for help to secure a room to rent so I can get back on my feet, and to cover essentials like food, gas, and my phone bill. Living in my car has made it nearly impossible to save, and I’m running out of hope and solutions. I don’t want to bring harm to myself, but I’m scared and feeling alone. Any help, no matter how small, would mean the world to me right now. Thank you for reading my story and for any support you can give.