This world is so cruel.

7 years ago I lost my husband of 37 years to suicide. He battled so hard for so long. Towards the end of his life I gained hope from stories of people with mental health struggles who were winning.

Project "I Am Not Ashamed" was so meaningful for me. Take a minute now to watch the attached video please.

The fog of grief swamped me, and a few years passed before I realised the project had not become an annual event as planned. Why??

I discovered that Ross had been rejected by family and friends because they didn't want to accept his diagnosis, then had lost his job, then his car, his home, and most of his possessions. His plea for someone to help him get a phone to replace a broken one fell on deaf ears. Silence from all the supporters of the project, and all services that were supposed to help him followed.

Nobody cared, as he wasn't a woman with children.

I was determined to see him survive and the project start up again.

4 years ago I bought him a tent and sleeping bag so he could attempt to survive in sub zero temperatures. A clerk's error put him to the bottom of the emergency housing list. Life has been a roller coaster of struggling to get by since that time. I am furious at the cold heartedness of his country, state, and city.

Finally 2025 things were looking up. A tiny apartment and a new job. Nope.. Ross was assaulted and lost both. He eventually spent time in a facility and received therapy and care, and was discharged to a shared home and new job. Nope.. a corrupt policeman kicked him out on the street again, and 200 phone calls gained him no help or support. Now he sleeps on concrete and begs for food. And his phone was stolen.

I have repeatedly said I can't be the only support, but I am. Ross will have no option but suicide within a few days, as he's given everything to his survival, like my husband did.

At this point most of you would be thinking "Have you been wise, Janet". Stop. I am sure. I have checked and have proof that he has been honest.

I can't afford, financially or emotionally to keep him alive. He needs to know people care. Please send a little money, and I promise it will all go directly to my friend Ross. If enough of you give a little, he might survive. Even thrive? I'm begging. Give up a coffee shop visit for me?