It has been five years since my husband committed suicide. Thrown into bringing up our children up by myself. I never felt “why me” because I knew we could do anything together. Moving forward to today, I have run out of money. Desperately trying to find jobs in a small community has proven to be extremely difficult and the one job I have is ending this week. While trying every avenue that I can to get some money, nothing has worked and I am about to lose my rental. I have no immediate family. My mother and father have passed and no where to turn to for help. On top of everything my appendix burst last week. That bill alone will be huge! As I cry when writing on this site I hope for a miracle. It is beyond me on how I will tell my children that we have no home. Thank you for reading my story and I hope for help.