In august of last year I lost my first pregnancy, and in the same week my job from increased depression and anxiety spending time in the hospital, shortly afterwards my partner lost his grandfather who passed unexpectedly, and then his job as a 7th grade teacher during Christmas break due to budgets. Two days after Christmas I lost my car which broke down on the side of the road and was impounded before I could return though the cops told me I could have an hour. In January, my elderly cat got sick and developed a nasty cough that my vet couldn’t examine without a bill I couldn’t pay, and in that same month my partners car broke down and we exhausted our entire savings to fixing it so we could maintain our only form of transportation to make money, and began doordashing whenever we could, which made us lose all the money to help my cat or to get a car. In February, I finally lost my home. I had been living with my mentally ill father for over a year at that point, as he lost his business due to covid and began to decline rapidly in mental health. We could not afford the bills or rent payments and also eat as I now had to make enough money to feed three adult and three cats off doordashing. I started an online store reselling toys and barbies I had as a child or found at thrift stores to cover food costs, but found that I couldn’t spare the couple dollars a week at a thrift store to keep the store stocked, and now I just post random things I own hoping to God I’ll make some cash to feed my family. It’s now July, we had to pack everything we owned into the car and move to Kentucky to live in my grandmother’s broken down cabin in the woods just to have a roof over our heads while we struggle. My father can no longer work and my partner and I drive two hours every single day to doordash in the closest large city, just to make enough for food. I can’t make enough to pay bills, to help my father, to save for a car of my own, to take my cat to the vet, to go to the doctor for my own PTSD from an abusive childhood living with my aunt and abusive past relationships as well as sexual assault and the loss my partner and I experienced in august. I can’t take care of myself any further than eating when I can let alone take care of my family. I won’t lie to you that other people need money more than I do, because despite all of this I’m still able to make myself get up everyday and bust my ass with my partner to at least survive, and those people deserve donations more than I do. I am lucky to have a roof over my head for now, to have my cat still alive, to have my partner stay by my side. So I am not asking for much, I am on here asking for any donation even a couple cents just so I can give myself hope and my partner hope and my dad hope that we can get out of this. Any amount I can keep in savings so I can keep working and eventually live in an apartment of my own or buy a used car so I can make more money for my family. We are doing everything we can. Even being contacted with words of support or advice is a great donation to me.