Help Me Reclaim My Health, My Home, and My Hope

Help Me Reclaim My Health, My Home, and My Hope

Dear friends, family, and kind-hearted strangers,

This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do—putting my personal struggles out into the open and asking for help. It’s humbling. It’s embarrassing. But I’ve reached a breaking point, and I’m turning to my community in the hope that someone might hear my plea and be able to help.

I’m currently battling Stage One Kidney Failure and Chronic Encephalitis—a painful, ongoing inflammation of the brain that causes constant headaches, mental fog, and severe fatigue. These symptoms have made it nearly impossible to function, let alone find or keep work.

On top of my physical illness, I live with Bipolar Schizoaffective Disorder, a serious mental health condition that has made consistent employment and stability a long-term struggle. I’ve applied for Social Security Disability, and I’m currently awaiting approval—but until that happens, I have nothing left to fall back on.

Over the past several months, I’ve sold every valuable possession I owned just to keep myself afloat—items I never imagined parting with, but survival has a way of reshaping priorities. Even after doing all I could on my own, I’ve now lost my vehicle, which has also been serving as my only home—for both myself and my dog, Ramsey.

The bank has given me a 6-day grace period to come up with $3,200 to reclaim my vehicle. Without it, I have no transportation to get to potential work or medical appointments—and no place to safely rest my head at night. Losing my vehicle has pushed me even closer to total instability.

I also want to share something that’s been incredibly painful: my family is aware of my condition and situation, but they have chosen to walk away—leaving me to face this fight completely on my own. Their absence has been heartbreaking, but I continue to hold on to hope that help can come from somewhere.

The funds I raise here will go directly toward:

Retrieving my vehicle (my shelter and transportation)

Covering urgent medical insurance premiums

Basic survival and living expenses while I await disability approval

I’m exhausted, sick, and scared—but I’m not giving up. I’m doing everything in my power not to perish alone on the street. I just need this last bit of help to stay afloat long enough to get through to the other side.

If you are in a place to give—even a small amount—it would mean more than I could ever put into words. If you can’t donate, please consider sharing this with others who might be able to help.

I pray that the Lord blesses each and every one of you who reads this, and especially those who find it in their heart to give. The generosity I’ve received up to this point has kept me alive—and I am so deeply grateful. I just need one last bit of support to make it through.

With all my heart,

Dennam Kerry Wolverton