I’ve been through a lot recently, and I’m reaching out for help because I can’t do this alone. After my divorce, I found myself struggling with 6 years taxes, and child support. I lost both of my jobs within two months, and for almost three months, I was homeless, moving between family members who were also facing tough times. Eventually, another family member took me in, and I worked hard at a job with lots of overtime, hoping to save enough to get a place of my own.

Now, I rent a room in a house, but the living situation is far from ideal. The homeowner is a hoarder, there’s no living room, and I share a bathroom with other roommates. I am currently two months behind on rent, and the stress of trying to catch up has been overwhelming. Despite these challenges, I keep pushing forward because I have a 14-year-old son who is borderline autistic. I moved back from Virginia to be in his life, but his mother relocated to Pennsylvania. When he visits on weekends, he asks, “Daddy, when are you going to get a nice place that we can call home?” I tell him, “When God says it is time.”

I don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I’m just trying to do my best every day, praying for a miracle and hoping for guidance. I’ve thought about giving up, but my faith and energy keep me going. I’m asking for help—whether it’s financial support, mentorship, or simply encouragement. Any support means the world to me right now. It says in the Bible, ‘Ask and you shall receive; knock and the door will open.’ Well, I’m asking for a miracle journey. When I am able, I want to pay it forward and help my friend who is a hoarder, and support others in need. Thank you for reading my story and considering joining me on this path to a better future.