My name is Joanna. I am a single, 54-year-old woman. Since childhood, my life has been a struggle for survival. At first, only emotionally, later also materially. I never gave up and did not lose hope and motivation. Unfortunately, the day came when I fell ill with severe, completely drug-resistant depression. Since I could not count on help from my family and the medications did not help, I sank into complete helplessness for 9 years. Many times I wanted to take my life, but that tiny spark of hope that everything would be fine always won. Finally, I came out of depression and was able to live and act again. However, those years of illness, when I was often unable to take care of even the basics, turned out to be fraught with consequences... Due to the actions of my relatives, I lost my apartment. The day came when I was forced to pack the most necessary things and go to a homeless shelter. The nightmare began, one of the biggest in my life. Getting out of homelessness is very difficult, I do not know if it is even possible for people like me. However, I finally found a job that allowed me to rent a tiny studio apartment on my own. Unfortunately, I lost my job and because of my age I couldn't find a new one that was stable enough and well-paid to continue renting the studio apartment. I started going abroad to work, hoping that higher earnings would finally allow me to get back on my feet. I worked physically all my life and that was the only job I could take. However, the years passed and increasingly troublesome health problems caused me to lose my job. The work standards in these places are very high and adapted to the capabilities of young people. I realized that I no longer had the slightest chance of earning enough money to buy even the smallest studio apartment. A mortgage, as you might guess, is completely out of the question. I look to the future with increasing fear... I'm afraid that the day will come when I'll be forced to return to a homeless shelter and live out my days there. This thought terrifies me. That's why I'm asking people with good hearts... Help me regain hope. Help me to overcome my panic fear at the thought of a homeless old age... You, good people, are my last hope...

I wish each of you a happy future and to those who would like to support even the smallest amount in fulfilling my dream of having my own four walls, I thank you in advance with all my heart