After a lifetime of trauma and the spending 14 years cleaning 70 years of hoarding after my husband's family, i realized iv never been independent or had goals. I just existed in life. So I woke up and started working towards something that had meaning in life, and started working on building a business and dancing and self reflecting. Unfortunately my husband's family has taken everything from me and I had to stop the business due to mold. I morally can't sell to people with mold. Now im just trying to get help with a car so I can door dash and Uber to save every penny for a future that matters