I never thought I would be here, asking strangers for help.
I know $25,000 is a tremendous amount of money to ask someone for. I know there are countless people out there who need help, and I know this is a long shot.
But before you decide whether my story is worth believing in, I want you to know what that $25,000 would mean to me.
It wouldn’t buy me luxury.
It wouldn’t give me a perfect life.
It would give me room to breathe.
For the last six years, it feels like life has kept knocking me down just as I was beginning to stand back up.
After a 24-year marriage, I went through a divorce and had to start over. Then I fell in love again and had my heart broken. I was sexually assaulted. I bought a house and tried to create a safe, stable place where I could finally begin rebuilding my life.
Then I entered a three-year relationship with a man who became extremely abusive.
I gave everything I could to that relationship. I tried to help him. I tried to love him through his struggles. I tried to make things work.
Instead, I experienced extreme verbal abuse, physical abuse, and the destruction of my personal property. My home was damaged and busted up, taking away the feeling of safety that I had worked so hard to create.
Eventually, I found the strength to remove him from my life.
I was finally beginning to recover. I was starting to believe that maybe my life could become peaceful again.
Then came the words no one ever wants to hear:
I have Stage 4 ovarian cancer.
Everything changed again.
- I went through six rounds of chemotherapy.
Then came a 14-hour surgery.
My doctors removed all of my female reproductive organs, my appendix, a portion of my colon, and part of my peritoneal wall.
Today, my fight isn’t over.
I receive immunotherapy every three weeks, along with hormone therapy that comes with some incredibly difficult side effects.
There are days when I’m exhausted. There are days when my body hurts. There are days when I wonder how I am supposed to keep doing all of this.
But then I remind myself:
I’m still here.
After everything that has happened, I am still here.
And I am grateful.
Grateful for another morning.
Grateful for the people who love me.
Grateful for the moments that make me laugh.
Grateful for every day I get to wake up and keep going.
I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me.
What I want is a chance to get out from underneath the financial burden that has grown alongside everything else.
I currently have approximately $25,000 in credit card debt.
The problem is that I can barely keep up with the minimum payments. Those payments consume so much of what I have that I don’t have enough left over for everything else I need.
So I use the credit cards again.
Then the balance grows.
Then the minimum payment gets higher.
Then I need the cards again.
It’s a vicious cycle, and I’m exhausted from trying to stay ahead of it.
I’m keeping my head barely above water, but I’m doing it.
Every single day, I’m trying.
If I were fortunate enough to receive $25,000, I could finally pay off that debt and break the cycle.
I could stop watching every dollar disappear into minimum payments.
I could stop worrying about which bill has to wait.
And I could finally put some money toward the much-needed repairs on my home, which has already endured more damage than a house should ever have to.
Most importantly, I could take the energy I’ve been spending on financial survival and put it toward healing, living, and enjoying the life I fought so hard to keep.
I know this is a long shot.
I know there are probably people with stories that are easier to understand, easier to explain, or easier to choose.
But this is my story.
I didn’t choose the divorce.
I didn’t choose the heartbreak.
I didn’t choose to be sexually assaulted.
I didn’t choose an abusive relationship.
I certainly didn’t choose Stage 4 cancer.
But I did choose to keep going.
Every time life knocked me down, I got back up.
And I’m still getting back up.
So here I am, doing something that is incredibly difficult for me:
I’m asking for help.
Not because I expect it.
Not because I think I’m more deserving than anyone else.
But because I believe that sometimes, when you’ve spent years carrying everything yourself, it’s okay to finally reach out and say:
“I can’t do this part alone.”
If you choose to help me, you won’t just be paying off a credit card.
You’ll be giving me the opportunity to close a chapter of my life that has been filled with debt, fear, abuse, illness, and survival.
You’ll be giving me a chance to start the next chapter with a little less weight on my shoulders.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally get to find out what life feels like when I’m not constantly waiting for the next thing to knock me down.
So yes…
I’m begging for money.
And I’m putting my pride aside to ask:
Please pick me.
Please give me the chance to breathe.
Please give me the chance to repair my home.
Please give me the chance to focus on fighting cancer instead of fighting credit card bills.
After everything I’ve survived, I am still here with a hope-filled heart.
And if someone chooses to help me, I promise I will carry that kindness with me for the rest of my life.
Thank you for reading my story.
Thank you for seeing me.
And most of all, thank you for considering giving me a chance to finally stop surviving…
and start living. ❤️

