Seems like things go wrong for me, too, one after the other.
My roommate and I just survived a move due to displacement by our landlord last June. No one helped, except my uncle (he was the least person I expected to help!). Even housing agencies and this church agency only laughed at me cause I was "not in touch with reality" (having a down moment!). I was the one who ended up finding us an apt from an online ad site, after looking nonstop all summer long (June til August) August was our deadline to get out. I also talked to the owner and that kept them from getting legal with us for being late getting out.
This from me, the "mental case"! When no one stepped in and helped. After we found our new place, my uncle finally drove down and helped us move.
Then I lost my health insurance because my father died.
I am still exhausted.
So is my roommate.
We are hanging and wondering what will happen next.
What helps me is knowing that little right things happen, too. I can't believe my uncle helped and now we are friends.
Carol