I'm so upset I can hardly see straight. I was hoping to be a success story of survival and finding happiness, but today I'm struggling to maintain my strong spirit and positive attitude. Long story short, the management company has kicked me out and I have to be out of here by January 31st. After years of hard work helping people as an attorney, I finally was able to find the perfect apartment. I had no choice but to represent myself at the eviction hearing and was was able to get a stay of the eviction until January 31, 2015. I was so sure that I'd be able to get a job where I could work at home, but all roads have led to frustration. I know I'd make an excellent life coach because I want to use my experience of surviving many roadblocks and frustrations along the way. I was not supposed to live, but I survived. I was not supposed to speak, but I started speaking. Last year, I spent the majority of the year being nauseous every minute of every day. I was in and out of emergency rooms and had every conceivable test by the best doctors, but nobody could figure out what my problem was. I was so sick I wanted to die. Then, miraculously, I gradually began to feel better. I decided that this was not the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life, so I decided to smile even though I did not feel like smiling. Fake it 'till you make it became my mantra, and gradually I started to feel better. I was able to walk with a quad cane. Although my gait is far from perfect and a tortoise could beat me in a race, I never stopped trying. My doctors were shocked and delighted with my progress.

 

Things finally began to look up, when everything fell apart. I ran out of money. I was able to stay afloat for three years, but I had planned to work until I was ninety. I wasn't prepared for the financial consequences of a stroke. I was always healthy. I was a gym rat. I did everything right. I had an aneurism in my brain, and nobody could figure out why. My boss let me go after I had the stroke, even though after a few months I could have easily done my job from home. I had to file a claim against him, but I had to take a smaller settlement because I needed the money. I have no family. I am alone. I have a few friends but none of them are in a position to help me financially. I can't afford a mover, or bubble wrap to protect my fragile possessions. I think my friends have found an apartment for me, but it is far from everything and they have not even seen it yet. I'm trying to look at the bright side, which of course is that they found a place. And of course I am grateful that someone cares enough about me to look for a place. They don't realize how my home is so much more than four walls and a bed. I tried to convince them with the following letter:

 

Dear (name),

If I am forced to leave my apartment, the effect on my physical and emotional health will be devastating.

My job search has become nonstop. I am confident that I will find something soon, but only if I am not forced to undergo any major life changes, like moving. It is a well known fact that moving is one of the most traumatic, stress filled experiences for an able bodied person. It is a thousand times more stressful for me. I’m already feeling the effects. I’ve been unable to eat or sleep. Although I am trying desperately to maintain my composure, I have a constant sick feeling in my stomach. My doctors agree that I would suffer a major setback if I had to move and adjust to a new environment. What bothers me the most is that I’m extremely close to getting a job, but if I’m forced out of my apartment I will be back at square one. It’s like I have almost reached the top of the mountain, otherwise known as my journey back to life, but a giant gust of wind is in the forecast, which will plummet me to the bottom, crushing my spirit, and forcing my return to the dark side. My heart is telling me to stay put for as long as possible. I have a gut feeling that I belong here, and that G-d will lead me toward the right job, and hopefully, the right living situation which does not involve any sort of assisted living facility, before it is too late.

 

Worst of all, there is a chance I will lose my home health aide if I move out of the neighborhood. Her company assigns her an area according to where she lives. A***has become my family, and I would be lost without her. She is irreplaceable. She does everything for me, including helping me to walk without the cane. I cannot trust anyone else with her duties. To suffer all these losses would inevitably hurl me into a depression from which I might never recover. The best I could hope for is that it would take months to return to the state I am currently in. It breaks my heart that I have come so close to returning to a normal life, only to be thrown into a situation that will not be “for the best.” I am trying to stay strong, but even I am not that strong. I’m terrified!

 

Would it be possible to concentrate or combine your efforts on helping me find a job or someone willing to pay the balance of my rent for just a few more months until I can pay it myself, with efforts on finding the new apartment as plan b, just in case?

 

I have several transferable skills. .I am great on the phone. I write excellent letters. I’m great with people and have been blessed with the gift of gab and superior powers of persuasion. I can talk to people about anything, I can think on my feet. I am able to discuss all types of claims and situations with ease. My greatest gift is my ability to deal with all types of people, especially those requiring high maintenance. I’m tenacious and don’t take no for an answer. Customer service has always been my forte. I’m great at developing and maintaining business relationships and turning contacts into clients. My advocacy and research skills are sharper than ever. I’m an eagle eyed proofreader. I am a savvy negotiator with a flair for follow up. I’m good under pressure and can handle even the most stressful situation (except for the one I’m currently in). I’m highly productive and my work ethic is flawless. I'll be great in any position where my brains, upbeat personality, and creativity will allow me to shine.

 

That didn't work. All I got was an email from that person, telling me this was happening for the best, that they have found a place. I'm afraid it's in an assisted living facility. I feel like such a loser. I've lost control of my life. I'm terrified of what the move will do to me. I'm furious that I've lost control and cannot even have a role in deciding where I belong. I feel like I have nowhere to turn and nobody that understands what I'm going through. I fear that everything I worked so hard for will be lost and/or broken in the move. Believe it or not, I'm still trying to find a way to stay here. I'm still trying to get a job that I can do from home.

Source: I'm being forced out of my apartment because I can't afford it anymore because I can't find a job that allows me to work from home