I never imagined I would be here — asking for help just to survive — but life has humbled me in ways I never saw coming.

I am a disabled cancer survivor living with Multiple Sclerosis. For the past eight years, I have been homeless, fighting every single day to stay alive, stay sober, and stay hopeful. I’ve worked hard to rebuild my life from nothing. I’m a business owner. I’m resilient. I don’t give up.

Just when things were starting to stabilize, I was involved in two separate no-fault car accidents — both total losses. Each accident wiped out what little stability I had managed to create. The second loss was devastating beyond words. The insurance payout that was supposed to help me recover was taken from me, and with it went my transportation, my safety net, and my progress.

I lost everything. Again.

Living with MS means daily fatigue, pain, and neurological challenges. Being a cancer survivor means I already know what it feels like to fight for my life. But homelessness while managing disability is a battle on another level. It is exhausting. It is isolating. And it is terrifying.

I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance. A safe place to land. Reliable transportation. Stability. A reset.

I have survived cancer. I have survived trauma. I have survived eight years without a home. I am still here. I am still fighting.

If you feel called to help, please know your support is not just financial — it is hope. It is dignity. It is a step toward rebuilding a life that has been knocked down too many times.

I don’t need pity. I need a miracle — and sometimes miracles come through people who care.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing.