My name is Tasha, and I never thought I’d be here — writing this from the corner of a borrowed motel room while my two kids sleep next to me.
Just a few months ago, I was working full-time as a nursing assistant, doing everything I could to make ends meet. I wasn’t rich, but I was holding it down. Then life unraveled — fast. My youngest, Maya (age 3), got sick and needed to be in the hospital. I missed too many shifts. I lost my job. Rent fell behind. And suddenly, we were out.
My son Jayden (6) doesn’t understand why we can’t go back home. He thinks we’re on a “sleepover adventure.” I tell him we are. But truthfully, we’re living day to day — rotating between motels, shelters, and my car when there’s no other choice.
I’ve never asked for help like this before. I’ve always figured out a way. But right now, I can’t do this alone. I’m applying for jobs, I’ve enrolled in housing assistance programs, and I’m doing everything I can to stand back up.
We just need a little support to get through this gap — to cover a few weeks of shelter, food for my babies, gas for job interviews, and a deposit if we’re lucky enough to get into housing.
Every donation will go directly to giving my kids a safe place to sleep and helping me rebuild our life with dignity.
If you’re reading this — thank you. Even if you can’t donate, sharing this means more than you know.
With love and hope,
Tasha
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