For four months, Aloha slept in the bed of her compact truck with the three family dogs that her husband no longer wanted responsibility for. She describes struggling with thoughts of self-destruction and seeking ways to numb the pain while working to regain control of a life she felt she was losing.
She recalls how her truck overheated quickly and had a severe starter malfunction. "At night I would park on a hillside so I wouldn't have to push-start the truck in the morning," she recalls. "The cab of the truck was so tiny, when the boys were with me, their knees would nearly touch their shoulders."
Able to smile when recalling some of the memories now, Aloha is still very much in touch with the pain and determination it took to survive those months without a home.
Anyone who has ever hit bottom will know this part of the story.
"One day, I remember lying down on a woodpile," she recalls. "The sharp edges of the wood gave me something to feel, and I remember the warm sun against my skin. At that moment, I realized had nowhere else to go, so I just layed there."
She continues, "I remember acknowledging that inside I felt nothing. I was hollow, empty. And in my mind I heard the heartbreaking words, ‘I can't go on.'"