Hi everyone, it’s Aaron.

Most of you will probably already know that towards the end of last year, my world completely spiralled out of my control. This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to process, talk about, work through, and now write.

In 2024, I moved to a new location, leaving everything I had ever known behind. It was meant to be a complete fresh start. I took that opportunity to try and rebuild myself and rebuild my life. I stepped back from working in Children’s Social Care and temporarily left the industry to work in something less emotionally demanding, so I could focus on healing, growing, and working through my past and my trauma so that it no longer controlled me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was finally doing something right.

Then everything was taken from me.

I discovered that my home was being taken away and in October I was told I had to leave by the 18th of November. After seeking as much legal advice as possible, I was told I could exercise my rights and remain in my home until a court repossession order was issued.

That court repossession order came on the 28th of January.

It has given me just seven days.

I must leave my home by the 5th of February.

In the next week, homelessness will become my reality.

I never imagined this would happen to me. Even though I’ve known this day was coming, I still haven’t been able to fully come to terms with it. I’ve spent days speaking to multiple professionals, trying to understand what my future is going to look like where I’ll sleep, where I’ll go, how I’ll survive.

Because I am no longer engaged with mental health services and chose to live unmedicated after feeling they were no longer helping me, I have been classed as having no priority for emergency or temporary accommodation. This means there is no legal duty for them to house me.

My past mental health history means I was placed in Silver banding for council housing. After speaking with my Housing Officer, I’ve now been given a 56-day relief order. If I complete everything expected of me, my banding will move to Gold.

As long as I’m fully flexible, willing to relocate within an hour and a half radius and have no location preferences, I may be offered somewhere to live.

It’s my only hope.

However, I’ve also been told that future housing is prioritised for people who have no housing-related costs linked to their name. Anyone who does is placed at a disadvantage.

Because of this, it is in my best interest to clear these costs before the relief period ends otherwise, I risk being overlooked.

Due to the court repossession, I have been charged:

• Court fees of £495

• Occupancy fees of £71 per day for remaining in the property from 18th November to 5th February

After deductions, this totals £5,325.

I have applied for funding which could reduce this by £1,600 if approved and I’ve contacted every charity and organisation I’ve been directed to. I’m doing everything I possibly can.

But it still isn’t enough.

So, for the first time in my life, I’m no longer the person organising fundraisers.

I am the one asking.

I’m using the power of social media and the internet to reach out for help at the darkest time of my life. This is something I never imagined I would have to do. It’s humiliating. It’s heartbreaking. But I am running out of options.

I am exhausted.

I am trying desperately to raise the funds needed to cover these fees so that when the opportunity for housing comes, I am not turned away because of the housing costs linked to me.

Right now, I don’t even know where I’ll be sleeping in the next seven days.

All I have is the small hope that at the end of this relief period, there might be light at the end of the tunnel.

Asking for help like this is humbling beyond words. It makes you feel small. It makes you feel like you’ve failed. But I’m doing it because I’m trying to survive. I’m trying to hold on to the chance of stability, safety, and somewhere to finally call home again.

To everyone who takes the time to read this, donate, share, or even send kind words thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It truly means more to me than I could ever explain.

Knowing that people care, that I’m not completely alone, gives me strength on the days when everything feels too heavy to carry. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, reminds me that there is still hope when everything feels hopeless.

Your support doesn’t just help financially.

It helps emotionally.

It helps me feel seen, supported, and worthy of help at a time when I have felt so lost and overwhelmed. I will never forget the compassion shown to me during this chapter of my life.

I’m sharing my story not because it’s easy, but because I believe in the kindness of people.

If you are able to donate, share this page, or pass it on to someone who might be able to help, please know that you are genuinely changing my future. Every contribution brings me one step closer to stability, safety, and the chance to start again.

Thank you for listening to my story.

Thank you for standing by me when I feel like I’m falling apart.

Your support gives me hope when I’m struggling to find it on my own.