I’m a single mom of two, and life has thrown some unexpected challenges my way. After ten years dedicated to my job, it all came crashing down when my car’s transmission broke. In Bordentown , New Jersey, public transport isn’t much of a friend, so I started walking a mile and a half each day to catch the first train, then a bus. Those cold, dark evenings walking home were exhausting, and the toll on my health eventually pushed me to my limits.
At the doctor’s office, the diagnosis hit me hard—aplastic anemia. Hearing those words felt like the ground beneath me was slipping away. The struggle to manage my health without a steady job was daunting. Every trip to the clinic felt heavier without the reassurance of employment behind me.
Now, with the job loss and my health up in the air, rent has become an uphill battle. I’ve been trying to get unemployment benefits and reaching out for welfare support, but every phone call seems to end with another dead end. Yesterday, the letter with "warrant of removal" stamped across the top arrived on my doorstep, giving us just days before we’re forced out.
Without family nearby, the nights have been especially long and filled with worry. The thought of losing our home is a chilling reality I never imagined facing alone. I'm reaching out in hopes of finding a way to keep us sheltered as we navigate these uncertain times together.
