My name is Nish, I'm 33, and I'm again homeless. I had life together, at least I thought, but for the last 2 years, I've been in a violent situation. I was in a car accident again that caused 12 bones to break, and now I've just recently lost my job. I've been in hotels for almost a year.

I'm just to a point where there is no help, and I'm tired. I work endlessly to keep myself afloat. I'm losing faith and giving up if I'm being honest. My phone is off. People say, 'Let God handle your situation,' okay... and it's always crickets. I'm starting to question a lot. I really wanna get it together, but if I can't, I really wish He grants me peace. I'm tired of hurting, and my mental health and severe PTSD, which I was just diagnosed with, isn't making it better.