My Journey to Healing: A Story of Faith, Friendship, and Fighting for Justice

I traveled over 2,000 miles from Flint, Michigan to Los Angeles, California, answering a call to serve. Someone I considered close friend offered me a live-in caregiving job offered. The opportunity felt like a blessing a chance to build a new chapter, provide compassionate care, and start fresh in a new place.

For three weeks, I devoted myself fully to the role—working around the clock with love, patience, and professionalism. Then, without warning, I was laid off. Though I was told I would have two months to transition, find other work, and secure housing, that promise was quickly broken.

Just 11 days later, I was told my things had been packed up without my presence. My “friend” had moved everything to a different location and made it clear I was no longer welcome in the home. While they did allow me to pick up my belongings from another spot, some of my items were left behind. Everything I managed to recover is now stowed away in my car the very same car I’m currently living in.

This was not just a personal betrayal—it was a violation of California state law.

California law protects tenants from being forced out through what’s called “self-help” eviction. A landlord or homeowner cannot legally remove someone’s belongings, change the locks, or force them to leave without going through the court process. These actions are illegal and can result in penalties.

What happened to me was wrong. It was unjust, and it was painful—not only emotionally, but physically and financially. I came here in good faith, to serve and to help, only to be displaced and left scrambling to survive with everything I own packed into the back of my vehicle.

I’m sharing my story not to seek pity, but because this could happen to anyone, and too often, it happens in silence.

I’m doing my best to rebuild to stay strong, to seek legal guidance, and to find stable ground again. If you’re able to support me on this journey whether through sharing my story, offering resources, or making a donation I would be incredibly grateful. Every bit of kindness helps restore a little bit of the dignity that was taken from me.

This chapter has been hard, but I’m not giving up. I’m still standing, and Expanding. I still believe in people, in healing, and in brighter days ahead.

Thank you for taking the time to hear my truth.

Poca