Regaining The Roof Over My Head

Hi everyone, my name is Caroline Siracusa, I'm an actress, recently I have become a starving, homeless actress, you all know me as StarSira.  During the past year I fell victim to a social media predator, where I allowed myself to become a victim of broken promises and grandeur of illusions, stupid me, but I'm sure I'm not the first, and definitely won't be the last, granted, this stupid act, on my behalf, and the deviant scheme,  of another,  has left me homeless, completely with nothing, including my relationship of 18 years,  and my two cats,  whom I had so long and adored.  The streets that were once my runway have now become my mattress.  I'm not proud of this, but it is what it is, for I have officially become New York City's daughter.  For a while I was renting rooms on a weekly basis, but my funds have become exhausted,  since my acting bookings became very slow and I cannot find a job for the life of me. Last week I took the last of my money and sporatically purchased a plane ticket to California thinking that I can change my situation overnight, only to become very homesick, and realized I was running away from home, home being New York City, for which I love with all my heart and soul.  A guardian angel reached out, to me, and flew me back home, and furnished me with some spending money which I don't dare touch because that is all I have to my name.  My body is run down and literally bruised from lugging my life, my suitcases,  around,  with me,  all the time.  Now one may look at me and say, "you don't look homeless", then again, what does homelessness look like.   I don't look homeless, for every day I find a place to get cleaned up,  and dressed up,  and continue my search,  for work,  and a place to call home. In essence, the streets I once ruled have given me a beating, and honestly, it is a job just to  wake up these days and get going because each day I become a little bit more sadder, and sometimes hopeless.  Everyone I've ever believed were my friends, some going back to as far  as I was born, are no where to be found because for some reason the word "homelessness" is frowned upon and people just steer clearas if it were a disease.  That, in itself is very hurtful to me because I truly am a genuine, loving,  giving,  human being.  Today my friend picked me up at the airport and has allowed me to stay at her place until this Friday (2/17) but Friday I must leave and I haven't anywhere to go.  I want to, I need to,  fix this situation,  and quickly, but not being able to find a job is a key factor.  I need a job and I need a home, and I need a little help gettiing started because without any credit or cash no renter is going to give me the time of day.  I am asking for your help,  for my goal is to find a place and pay at least 3-4 months rent in advance which will give me some breathing space and then I can seek a job without panick.  You see when looking for a job you can't be all troubled or panicky, since that seeps right out of your pores and then no one wants to give you the time of day.  I guess you can say I've fallen and can't get back up, without  your help, and Friday will be here in a blink of an eye.  I just want to be able to hang my clothes up, rather than lug them around, shower in my own bathroom, sleep in my own bed, or a bed, at this point in time, and most of all, a door to call my own and lock at the end of each day.  Homelessness is no joke, it's very prevalent on every street that we all live, it's scary, especially being a woman, and it is the most dehumanizing thing that can happen to a human being.  We never can fathom the despair of homelessness until we become homeless, ourself.  I never lived like this before and never imagined I could ever end up in a situation like this, but I did, and it's real, and I'm hurting so bad, on the inside, especially knowing that if my dad were alive I would not be homeless, no way, I'd be living in his home.  Please help keep me off the streets and help me put my life together.  I am currently writing a book, "Queen of the Concrete Jungle" **All rights reserved** where I will donate half of the sales to a homeless charity, for I will never forget, nor do I want to forget, the most challenging role of my life.  Thank you all for allowing me to humbly share my story with all of you,  and any help you may be able to offer.  I am forever grateful,  and truly do love each & every one of you.
Sincerely from my heart, Caroline "StarSira" Siracusa