Assist Anita in Overcoming Tragedy

My name is Anita. On Tuesday, 8/19/25, traveling on US 42 towards Carrollton, KY for a doctor's appointment, I had a flat. While trying to change it, I raised up from the front tire. I saw nothing but felt like I was shot in my forehead. Metal pieces flew off a semi going 60 mph and hit my forehead and right arm. I’m bruised, swollen, and honestly alone with nobody. I lost my only son on 6/19/23, and my only daughter will be gone until 10/29/25. For 5 years, it’s been two huge traumas. My grandson, whom I raised until 12, his absent father fought me over money. Two years later, he didn’t call me; he literally gave him away like trash to CPS rather than with the one who raised him. That was 02/2021. Never thought I would recover from the severe depression. Only good news about that is he’s 18 on 3/12, graduates in May, and has informed my daughter he’s coming home. In 2022, my son Code found out he was going to be a daddy to a baby boy! He has a 12-year-old daughter; he was over the moon! At 3 months pregnant, he was incarcerated from 3/12/22-6/2/23. He passed 17 days after coming home, but he spent 17 days meeting Zayden. ❤️ I get up and I try and try. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed to make this post. I give and help, and my problem is just that I can’t say no. I’ve been through pure hell over 5 years, and still, I’m here. Now, after a severe bacterial infection that kept me off work for 18 days, I lost my job after returning 2 weeks later. So, now alone with no employment (yet), I’ve sent my resume out to a dozen places and answered a few emails about the position. I also incorporated a staffing agency. I’ve worked as a server so long I have plantar fasciitis and arthritis in my knees, so what I loved to do, I can’t. But I’ll work two jobs; I’ve worked three. I just moved into my apartment, and I’m going to lose it because of losing my job. I showed that picture of Tuesday because for nearly 3 hours, nobody would answer my texts, calls, or emails. I would have given, no lie, my LAST $12 to just help me. I was hurting from my head so bad, but it was then and there I realized I have only one person, and I don’t like to ask for anything, but she can’t help me with this, and nobody should; it’s my responsibility. But I’m human, got sick, and finding it more difficult to find a job in my area of work. But I know I will. I don’t care to be alone, but I need help, please. The amount listed is for my first Duke Energy bill. I was charged $380 for a deposit with a provider I’ve not used in years, so half of that is on my bill and my usage. I’m not asking for WiFi help; turn it off, it’s a luxury. I’ll get it turned back on when I start back to work. But I have NO way, NO resources that would help with that much. I understand most have families, and most days now, both parents work. If anyone can help me, it’s just me. I would forever be grateful, and I understand if nobody can. Please, those who know me, don’t text or call now asking why I made this post. My family and friends read my post on Tuesday; they know I’m going through it, and my pride, self-respect, morals, and values mean everything to me. But humbly, I ask. I pray to God by Tuesday I’m working. I’ll do whatever work I need to, 10-12 hours a day. I’ll do it. I’m physically strong, but mentally and emotionally, I’m very weak. Thank you to each and every one of you for reading. This money, in its entirety, is 100% for September 1st rent and my electric. My rent isn’t full rent yet because I came in and remodeled the entire apartment because it was in bad shape. My rent will be $650. In September, it’s $550, and Duke Energy is $280. Everyone has rent or a mortgage with utilities like me. I’m no different and never have had a problem paying my bills. I got sick, I had to use my savings to survive. I had to try this post. I’ve called every resource given to me, and funding isn’t there. I’ll sleep in the woods before ever asking a relative or my so-called friends. But if I was needed, I wouldn’t hesitate and have helped A LOT! Again, thank you. Regardless, I can say I gave it my all, and I know God will lead me to a great job, and I’ll recover. I just, at 55, don’t want to be homeless living in my car, but if that’s where I end up, I’ll recover. ❤️