We... aren't going to be able to stay here. The neighbors have gotten bolder. Our lives are officially in danger. The police have been worthless, even with security camera footage.

I've been crying and shaking for hours.... and I've developed a phobia of heavy equipment, because the neighbor is literally destroying our property bit by bit with his backhoe, and waking us up with it in the mornings. Our building shook earlier from the impact of him stealing a freaking boulder off of our land. He doesn't even own any property on our side of the road.

I'm trying to collect the spoons to make a go-fund me... I don't see how we'll be able to escape otherwise.

We have no working vehicle, my PTSD is now too bad for me to work, and until we have funds, I have nowhere to go and no way to get there.

I feel like a part of me has died, and I don't know if I'll ever get it back.

We're about to become homeless if this keeps up, because it's literally impossible to work while being harassed like this.