2017 will be remembered as a year of horrible misery for me.This used to be a GFM for saving myself and my cat from homelessness because my wife had ended our relationship, but that did not work out. Only $300 was raised, which was spent on food, bathroom items and medicine.Previously a friend of mine offered me a room in her house. I was not able to find anyone in Chicago willing to help us and because of the offer, we had to move out of the city, but remained in state. Unfortunately, it did not take a week before she and her roommate were showing me they did not want me to be there (I’m downplaying this quite a bit) and right after the first month I was told to get out (I’m putting this very politely). So my cat and I had to move again that November (2017). Due to the utter absence of help in the city of Chicago and surrounding areas, I had no choice but to persuade my family to help us.I am a starving artist and writer and unfortunately have not been able to earn a living at it. As I have stated before, I have been unemployed for years, but not for lack of trying. All through my relationship with my wife I had been trying to get a job, but to no avail. Even before we had met I had been trying. I have been to professionals to go over my resume, cover letter, interview skills and even helping with job leads but were at a loss as to why I haven’t been hired.It is saddening how most people do not want to understand that some of us out there really do have such bad luck. I still apply for jobs but considering everything that I have been through and continue to go through, I don’t feel emotionally stable enough to secure a job anyways. I applied for disability due to my depression and anxiety and was approved months later (as is the typical of the process), but, believe it or not, I still need help.My parents have helped me a great deal when no one else has, starting from the time when my wife ended our relationship, but it is too much for them. They are not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination and the help they have provided me has been generous for what they have been able to give. The few other family members along with the few friends I still have are not in a position to help me, nor would I expect them to.On top of a place to live, I need money for food, clothes, medicine, transportation and cat supplies. Disability provides me enough each month to have a room in an apartment somewhere, but I am still living under the poverty level. This, of course, keeps me in a state of apprehension about our future.Any amount donated is appreciated and as the saying goes, every little bit helps. Thank you.