Looking for a hand up -- not hand out

This is the hardest thing I've ever had to write. My name is Mike, and my story is probably one of many like it. At 38, I find myself between jobs, about to be homeless, with a car that will be repo'd soon, which makes my situation even scarier. My life feels more precarious now as I also suffer from chronic anxiety and depression, which have been made worse by the lack of stability in my life right now. I need just enough to rent a room for a month or two while seeking counseling and employment.