Homeless woman Victoria

I'm Victoria Furia, a 39-year-old homeless woman. I wear ripped jeans, dirty boots and not too warm jacket. I have a necklace with photo inside it. On photo is my family - my husband Paul Furia, my son James and myself. I look at this photo often and cry. I never ever take off this necklace becuase i'm afraid to lose last piece of my memories about my past. I check on necklace to look at photo often - before eating, while taking a bath, before sleep etc. My life has been a never-ending struggle since car crash two years ago. Drunk woman crashed into my car, her name was Julie. She died there instantly. I survived by my husband and son both died right there on my eyes. I couldnt cope and became homeless. I feel guilt for their death even it wasnt my fault at all. I am very sick physically and mentally. I cough often, my breath is weak and my movements are slow. As for my physical appearance, I've let myself go due to lack of access to basic necessities like showers and clean clothes. My long black hair is dirty and matted, and my skin is pale from not getting enough sunlight or proper nutrition. I still have pretty good body, leftovers of my past life. Im freezing and hungry, i need food and clothes, i will do any work you offer. I just want someone to treat me like a person.