Hi, I'm Rhonda and this is my dog Jackson.

I am dealing with chronic health problems, which is why I lost my job and am now disabled. The disability check I receive every month just barely covers my ability to meet basic monthly needs and pay medical bills.

When I lost my job, my house needed a lot of repairs. The roof leaks, there is an unfinished space that needs drywalled. I do not want to lose my home. My whole life I have tried to helped others, but now there is no one I can ask for help. I want to finish my house, so that it finally feels like my home. I have had Jackson for 12 years; he is all I have.

I have always been a very independent person. Since I got sick, almost two decades ago, I've been doing what I could to finish this work. Currently I'm not able to do any thing more because I no longer have the financial means to.

I’ve spent my life pushing through storms and now, survival on the edge. I've never asked for much. But today, I’m at a point where survival means asking. I need help.

I am ,disabled, chronically ill, and with no financial safety net. The roof of my home is leaking badly.. The house is falling apart around me, and I no longer have the resources to stop it. I am not eligible for government assistance because of back taxes and credit issues — issues I couldn’t avoid while trying to survive sickness.

I've been battling with health issues that stripped away my ability to work and earn like I used to. I’ve sold what I could. I’ve done side work when my body allowed it. I’ve lived with less than enough for so long, trying to hold it all together — until I couldn’t anymore.

Every day, I try to hold onto hope. Every day, I remind myself I’m not a burden, even though the world can make me feel forgotten. I’m not lazy. I’m not lost. I’m simply someone who’s given everything she could and is asking now for someone to help me keep my home.

Here’s what I need help with:

Roof repairs to stop the water from destroying what’s left of my home.

Stability — just enough to breathe, to rest, to recover, and to rebuild from here.

I’m not asking for charity. I’m asking for compassion. I’ve always shown up for others. I’ve always believed in the good in people. If you feel something in your heart reading this, please help — even if it's just by sharing this with someone who can..

Thank you for reading this. Thank you for seeing me.

With hope,

Rhonda