I'm Rebecca, a 30-year-old female. A couple of years back, my whole life changed when my father got cancer and my mom fell terminally ill. I dropped everything and moved closer to them. My parents have struggled on and off my whole life with addiction, but I chose to step up and put the past behind us.

My father relapsed on meth, He ended up homeless and agreed to stay clean if I let him stay with me. I gave him my bedroom and went to sleep on the couch (it was a small apartment). A property manager friend found us a larger place, and we moved in together. He relapsed again, and at this point, I had drained my savings into his legal fees, moving, and medical expenses, plus the daily necessities for my mother too (she lives separately).

When my mom got sick, she couldn't work, and her bills needed to be paid, as well as medical expenses, groceries, etc. With two jobs, I was taking care of three people and two households on my own. My mother and father have been using drugs again, and now I am financially struggling immensely after pouring myself into others. He recently has been very violent while on drugs, and when he walked in the house the other day, he tried to start an argument. When I refused to argue or speak back, he got in my face until eventually punching me in my left eye, slamming my head into the wall, and shoving me until I could get outside. There were people right out front who absolutely heard and saw what had just happened and offered to call 911. I was so distraught and confused (even though this is not the first time he has physically abused me). After a few minutes, I ended up calling the police and filing a report against him, which has caused him to be more violent with me when he is home. His name is on the lease. I'm trapped here with him, and I do not have the funds to just leave.

My car was totaled by an intoxicated driver with no insurance, no license, and fake tags. So now I am currently stuck without a vehicle, because best believe I would just pack my car and go sleep in that until I had the money to move, but I don't even have a vehicle at this time. I do have a cat; she is my baby, as I do not have children. We have been together for years, and she's been my rock while I've gone through some of the hardest years of my life. I had recently made a goal to save to get a new car and move back to South Florida, where I had moved to get away from my addicted and violent family a couple of weeks after I turned 18. It was blissful, the happiest years of my life.

Instead of worrying about taking care of everyone else, I am deciding to have faith in Jesus that he has a plan for me and to keep pushing forward toward my goal. I will not leave my cat behind to be neglected and abused by anyone, especially my father. I am calling out for help, which is extremely hard for me to do but was suggested to me by countless people I have talked to. I have worked hard, working 2-3 jobs at a time the last five years just trying to stay afloat. But right now, my life has been in danger.