I don't want to be homeless again...

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Before everyone starts giving me suggestions about going to churches and such...they aren't like they used to be. They either don't help, or they say they give to other organizations, and those organizations only help once every 1.5 years. Trust me... I have tried everything. I have kept quiet about it, because the pain is too much at times. Most may know that not too long ago, I slept in my car for one year and ten months, eating out of garbage cans. In a matter of two years: I was in a three car collision, with three months of therapy; lost my home of eight years; had a heart attack; had to put one dog down, and the other one was stolen; had my car stolen; was told I needed knee replacement surgery; slept in my car for one year and ten months; ate out of dumpsters; lost every possession I owned, was told I had heart failure; lost most of my teeth due to malnutrition; and though it has not been confirmed, I may now have colon cancer. How much is one suppose to take? I had a wonderful career, good income, savings, and beautiful (modest) home...while living in Houston, TX. I was an Interior Designer. I worked in GSA contracting, renovating all branches of the military bases, universities, and government buildings, in a six state territory. Then... One incident took my life away. I will leave it at that... I moved back to my hometown in hopes to get a fresh start. I have literally no support from family. They just have never been the type...at least for me. I am the only one in my family who graduated from college, and excelled at that...with a GPA of 3.86. And the first one of two, out of five living siblings that graduated from high school. Two of the other three, eventually got their GED. No one, except my mom, was even happy that I was bettering myself; and had my mom lived, she would have attended my college graduation. The rest of the family did not even say congrats. I went on to have a successful career, won many awards, volunteered, held leadership positions...etc...until that one incident took everything away. I still was homeless for a few months, when I returned to Jacksonville. Until I decided to let someone talk me into getting an apartment, that took 90% of the $700 a month that I had to live on. I knew I should not have done it. It was not logical, but was so tired of being homeless...and it appeared that life was looking up. Well... Last month, my heart failed again. I spent 11 days in the hospital, and had a defibrillator placed in me, and thus...lost my income again. Too long of a story to share at this time. I am on a waiting list for a disability apartment, that hopefully will be available next year sometime. However, if I get evicted, they told me I will not have a chance of getting in. I have tried so hard to find extra work, and can't. I can't do anything where I have to lift something heavy, or stand, and sit for long periods of time, because of the circulation in my legs. They go numb real easy. I miss my good life. I miss my good health. If I don't pay my rent by Sunday, they will add another $100 late fee, and start an eviction on the 15th of this month. And trust me...I have begged and pleaded, with no results. I even owe two months on my light bill. My disability check should be okay next month. Long story about that... If I become homeles again, with the heat, I won't make it this time, my doctor's said. I need a cool, dry place, to breathe properly. And if I do, it will be a hard road again, and my emotions just can't take it anymore. Shelters don't let you stay but for a short while, or will only take you, if you have kids. Plus being cramped up in the car, will be hard on my circulation. Really... I am about to go mad, because of all the stress. And I don't want to spend my days talking about being homeless. Been there... Done that... I need a miracle in a bad way. I just wanted to write, and tell everyone good-bye, just in case my miracle does not come through in time. All I do is cry these days. Trying to pretend everything is okay, when it is not. Again... I don't want to go back out on the street again, but I may have no choice. And please don't tell me God won't put more on me than I can handle, and/or I am a strong person. Even the strongest of people will eventually buckle, and go under, if they have too much placed on them at one time, for an extended period of time. Anyway... It was very nice to meet some of you, in the short time I was here. Sorry I did not get a chance to meet more of you. Okay then... I guess it is adios amigos... Take care...