On March 8, 2024, I woke up to find my fiancé cold as ice—he had passed away during the night. We were supposed to get married in two weeks. I was broken, crushed, and completely lost. My landlord found out and served me with an eviction notice, knowing my fiancé was the one who kept up with the bills. Reason being 3 years ago i was diagnosed with sever C.O.P.D, emphysema, asthma and raynauds disease, And small vessels disease. Supposed to get a valve replaced from my heart to my lungs if all goes well and the nodules in my lung start disappearing. So of course i was no help with the bills. As if my luck cudnt get any worse after i lost my fiance , I was diagnosed with cirrosiss of the liver. Non-alcohol related. I lost my mother at 16. With in the last 4 years i lost my father 8 months later i lost my sister. Now 8 months later i lose my soul mate my rock my everything my fiance. With no family left, I was left with all our belongings and nowhere to go. My landlord threw my things out in the yard, and I had to live out of my Tahoe until it was totaled. Since then, I’ve been sleeping on couches, in the street, or wherever I can find shelter. Right now, I’m staying on a friend’s couch, but her family needs their space back soon. This is my last hope.

Please know im not trying to get anyone to feel sorry for me. Dont want to be seen as a bum. Just trying to get people to undestand how bad im struggling with my health then trying to deal with all these deaths, then being kicked out cause i lost my fiance. This has been the most unbarable pain in my life i've ever had to deal with. Having to worry bout where your going to eat and lay ur head on a day to day bases. Not knowing when your next meal is going to be. Or even if you get to eat that day. i been 3 or 4 days without eating. I got so weak it was crazy. it would mean the world to me to be able to get a reliable car. I could work just ubbering. That would be something that would be easy on my health issues. I could finally afford food, and make it to my doctor’s appointments. My weight is down to 93 lbs, and moving from place to place makes it hard to eat or rest on a normal routine. Having my own place would mean I could finally get some much-needed sleep, keep my clothes safe, and shower every day in a clean space. Most importantly, I would finally feel safe and be able to start putting my life back together after losing my fiancé, who was my everything. Anything helps. including advise. My heart is racing putting my story out there. may god bless you. and thank you for your time

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