This isn’t something I ever thought I’d be writing, and it’s honestly a little uncomfortable to put out there, but life has a way of changing fast.
I lost my job back in September. What makes this especially hard for me to process is that I’ve never lost a job before. I started working when I was 15 years old, and since then I’ve always worked—often juggling one, two, sometimes even three jobs at a time. Working, paying my bills, and taking care of myself has always been something I took pride in, so being in this position feels unfamiliar and scary.
When I lost my job, I truly believed I’d find something new quickly. I assumed this would be a short setback, not something that would stretch on for months. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been how things played out, and the longer the search has taken, the more stressful things have become.
Since September, I’ve been applying for jobs every single day. I apply for at least one job daily—most days it’s closer to two or three. I’m applying for all types of roles I’m qualified for, not just within my usual specialty, because my goal right now is simple: get back to work and stay housed. I’ve been updating resumes, tailoring applications, and following up when I can, even when responses are slow or don’t come at all.
At the same time, I’ve been doing everything I can to create income on my own. I’m actively setting up freelance service sites and building an online digital business so I’m not relying on just one option. These aren’t instant solutions, but they are real, intentional steps forward. I’m hopeful that by March, freelancing and digital sales will be bringing in enough income to cover my bills consistently.
The hardest part right now is getting through February.
My savings are gone, and my credit cards are maxed from covering basic living expenses over the past few months. I’ve already cut back everywhere possible, but rent and essential bills don’t stop. I need to pay rent by February 1, and I need about $5,000 to cover rent and other necessary bills for the month. To be completely honest, I’m scared that without help, I may not have anywhere to live soon—and that fear has been weighing heavily on me.
I’m not asking for help because I’ve stopped trying. I’m asking because I’m in a really difficult in-between moment—working hard, pushing forward, and doing everything I can, but still short on time and resources. Any donation, no matter the amount, would go directly toward keeping a roof over my head and giving me the breathing room I need to keep moving forward. Even sharing this or offering kind words truly helps more than I can say.
If you’ve ever been in a situation where timing made everything harder, you probably understand how stressful and overwhelming this feels. I’m doing everything I can to turn effort into stability—I just need a little help bridging the gap.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and for any kindness or support you’re able to offer. 💛
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