This is my story. My name is Julie B. and I am homeless and have cancer in my brain. I have PTSD and a disability and it is not easy for me. I struggle every day trying to stay alive. My body can not take it for much longer. If I don’t get a place soon, I will die out here. The housing people don’t get that I have PTSD and the stress of being homeless takes its toll on you and sometimes you want to just give up and that is the point I’m at now. I just want to say that so if I give up because no one really cares about me or what I am going through. See, I am about to have brain surgery to take out a tumor in my head that is cancerous and I could die on the table. But no one cares about that, no one cares if I live or die because I am just a homeless person that no one cares about and just a homeless person that doesn’t matter to anyone. Don’t even matter to my husband. He would be happy if I died. It would make everyone happy, like I said no one really cares about me or the homeless. I hope when I do die someone remembers me and my service dog, but with my luck no one will care to remember me as a vendor and someone that cares about everyone who comes across my path.
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