My name is Shawnee. I’m 20, and currently in the midst of a financial crisis.
In June of 2018, I was kicked out of my mothers house due to her choosing her boyfriend at the time over me. I moved in with our neighbors and lived there, working (and overworking) myself at a local restaurant to be able to get my own place and provide for my dog. After a while, the neighbors told me that they could not financially help me anymore, as they had three kids and were dealing with their own struggles.
I thankfully was able to move into my own apartment not long after this conversation, and I quit my serving job to accept a better paying job as a home health care worker. I did not have a car, and therefore had to walk to the clients. This, obviously, made it to where I was making barely enough to stay afloat. There weren’t that many clients in walking distance, and I did not have any form of reliable transportation.
I still made just enough for my bills, but not enough for much else; including food, which led me to apply for food stamps. Something I never wanted to do, as I am definitely the kind of person who would rather work for what I have instead of have it handed to me (it took me a lot of internal debate in whether or not to do even this!)
Due to a string of unfortunate events, I lost my job in February of this year. My father was able to help me with my bills that month, but come March I was lost on what to do. I applied to any place in town within walking distance that was hiring, including some that weren’t. I applied online to other places, and even tried to get into online jobs. I had zero luck on any.
In March, I missed my rent, though my friend did help me with my electric bill, and even paid in advance until April for me.
In April, once again I was late on rent and now facing eviction. I was trying to find a solution to my problem, still applying to jobs and still not having any luck. Being a former foster kid, homelessness is one of my biggest fears. I had been doing so well, but someone else erratic life decisions cost me my job and was ruining my life. And now I was facing my biggest fear of them all, with no possible way (that I could see) to keep myself from it. To top it all off, my electric was shut off. So I was facing homelessness, with a very hot house (where I live, it was starting to reach 80 degrees at that time), no way to feed myself (my stamps were not in quite yet), no way to cook any food or keep it fresh if I got any, a dog and two cats that I now had no way to feed and no one to take them, and no help, because it didn’t seem to matter what I did, I was unable to get help from anybody. My dad was unable to help, my mom unwillingly. My only friend, the one who helped with my electric, had gotten evicted and was saving all she could for herself and her two daughters, not to mention getting over drug addiction and going through a heavy break-up. (If you are wondering how she is now, she is doing great! She has family who is helping her out, she is clean from drugs, found another man, one who is much better, and her daughters are also doing amazing.)
It was around this time that I met a married couple with four children, that suggested I move in with them as their nanny, so they can both work and keep their kids out of state custody. I, obviously, agreed readily. I cannot move in quite yet; they are getting ready to move into a trailer, and before that happens they have to get it moved from it’s previous place to a lot in the trailer park and renovate it a bit.
Until then, I am still living in an apartment with no electric, worrying about my impending court date about said apartment, and scraping for money to be able to get myself or my pets food, as well as essentials for myself (toiletries, toilet paper, and money to do laundry).
I ask for help from you, dear strangers, to help me keep myself afloat while waiting for the greenlight to move into the new home. (We are assessing that it should be a few weeks)
Any bit would be enough, I swear. I would be grateful forever, and will definitely pass on the kindness one day; I always try to.
I have attached a photo of my two kitties, so you can see who else you will be helping other than myself. (-: I wish I could attach one of my pup as well, but I don’t believe I can.
Thank you in advance to any and all who decide to help out.