As I sit here packing up our home, I wonder where I went wrong. This is the third time packing. The first time packing was supposed to be our forever home, but as you see some things come to an end. When Mike❤️ passed away, I never asked for help because I was told that it was a sign of weakness that you never ask because it will be used against you or thrown in your face so I did everything on my own and it took a huge toll on my Mental Health Trying to be there for my children while grieving for their dad. So I’m coming here today swallowing my pride and asking for help I have four wonderful children who depend on me that I’m all they have and they’re all I have and I owe that to them I owe them The best life I can give them that I never had. If you can help, that would be extremely grateful and I will always be thankful if it is for helping hands. I will also be blessed words of encouragement are always welcome. I need help with moving, a truck, helping hands, groceries and lots of words of encouragement to know that it’s OK to ask for help that I won’t be judged for asking. I would do anything in the world for anybody and if you know me, I’ve always done so I’ve always been the one to help others and this time I’m the one that is asking for help I appreciate you just listening reading my post. I love all of you and thank you.