This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. After attending 12 funerals in one year, I’ve been emotionally and financially overwhelmed. On top of that, I’m now caring for two boys while their father—a close friend of mine—is deployed. We’re living in his home for now, but I’ll need to move out when he returns in December.
The truth is, I’ve lost everything. I’ve had to resort to this because I’m just trying to hold on. I’m in about $15,000 of credit card debt—accumulated during the darkest times—and it’s keeping me from moving forward. I’ve applied to over 125 jobs, and I continue to look every single day. I’ve also applied to one other website for help because I want to be transparent about what I’m doing.
I’ve always been the one to give, never to ask. But now, I’m the one in need. This is not about giving up—it’s about fighting to rebuild and provide stability for myself and the two boys who now depend on me.
If you can help, or even just share this, I would be deeply grateful. Thank you for reading and for your kindness.