Hello everyone, my name is Jen and it has taken a lot for me to allow myself to be vulnerable and out my pride to the side and finally ask for some help. I am a widowed mother of 4.
Today December 23, 2022 is actually the 3rd anniversary of my husbands passing. I have done everything in my power to keep myself focused and stay above the water while dealing with life, but unfortunately this last year and a half has been the hardest yet.
I started a relationship in October of 2021, I thought since losing my husband I was finally going to know happiness again, my children and I would finally know love once more. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, on May 23rd 2022 I was held captive by the person I thought loved me, I was beaten, sexually assaulted, humiliated and degraded. I was left with a fractured eye socket, my nose was broken in 3 places, 3 fractured ribs, as well as emotional wounds that sadly take longer to heal than the physical. I lost everything in that moment, but most of all I lost ask much of myself. I had to move myself and my babies away from our home, I found a job as soon as I was released to return to work. I was able to get a small one bedroom apartment in a little duplex near my oldest sons school. Since we don’t have a vehicle I had to make sure we were close enough to walk if necessary. I was working at a local hotel doing housekeeping recently but as of November 16th I have been out of work. I have been applying everywhere possible for the last 5 weeks praying that something opens up for me. I have contacted all of my local charities, all government funding assistance programs, any and every possible route have all ended in dead ends. I am now facing eviction. And I’m terrified. I have no idea what I am going to do for my children and myself if I lose my home. I am dreading the fact that I will have to tell my poor babies that Santa won’t be able to visit us this year. The idea of crushing their spirit and beliefs in the magic of Christmas so unbelievably heartbreaking. I have never been one to admit I need help, my pride has always made me push through but I’m afraid I don’t have the strength or resources to push through this time. The real possibility of being on the streets with my children is consuming. My youngest daughter already suffers from epilepsy, and I’m afraid that the stress of all this may trigger a relentless episode. I have never wanted to be with my husband as much as I do now, but I couldn’t ever leave my babies in this world alone. A mothers mental health has to take the back seat so much, and even through the crippling depression and anxiety I am doing everything in my power to make something happen. I am begging for a miracle. I do have an interview coming up after the holidays, but sadly we need a real Christmas blessing in order to make it that far. The amount I am asking for is only for what I am behind on rent and bills. I know in times like these people are already struggling to make ends meat, but if there’s any way possible anyone can find it in their heart to help out my family and be our Christmas blessing so that we can keep our home, it would mean so much to us.
Thank you all and Merry Christmas