Recovering, looking for a home

Hi, my name is Darren, I am 47 and a father of two. I have never met my eldest daughter, Tandice, and can’t even tell you if that is how her name is spelled. My youngest is in her teens and lives with me. I am here asking for help as I am still recovering from an illness that almost claimed my life as I died four time and survived. In 2020 I lost my mother, the event rocked my world as is was not a shock but one of my few friends was gone and I was alone and did not deal with her death well. I lived with her and was her care giver, and after that my world fell apart. In early October of 2020, I was rushed to the hospital in septic shock, I am a diabetic and I would guess i was not self medicating. I flatlined twice that weekend, and they asked my brother to sign a DNR, he refused. I was stablelised and sent to another hospital and in transport I flatlined again. I spent the next three weeks in a coma, but I woke up, scared, afraid, and confused but I was still here. I had a hose down my thoracic cavity and started my recovery. Shortly after I flatlined one last time, and all the stories are true, bright light, shadow figures, and shadow figures. All of us floating. Now, after all this time and all that I have recovered after my nine months in hospital and the surgeries I have been asked to vacate my dwelling in two months. So I looked around tonight and found a place that I can manage but can’t afford. And now ask ask for help to set down roots and keep recovering. As I am a fighter and not done yet, and even thou I do this with a small cast of supporters I look foward to the recovery ahead, and the time I can spend with family and friends.