Well… here goes nothing.

I never thought I’d be someone making a GoFundMe, but life has humbled me in ways I never imagined, and I’m finally learning that asking for help is not weakness. It’s survival.

Last year, my husband and I separated. It was the hardest decision of my life, and honestly, everything after that unraveled. I fell into a deep depression, relapsed, and spent months stuck in shame, isolation, and barely functioning. Some days just getting out of bed felt impossible.

Not long ago, I was running a million-dollar company. Now I’m struggling to keep up with bills, drowning in debt from relying on credit cards to survive, and trying to rebuild my life from the ground up. My unemployment situation has been delayed, my severance has run out, and my car was repossessed.

But despite all of that… I’m still here.

And slowly, little by little, I’m finding my way back. Not giant leaps — sometimes it’s millimeters, sometimes just a grain of sand — but it’s movement in the right direction. I’m working on my sobriety, healing mentally and emotionally, and starting to feel strength come back into my spirit again.

For the past six months, I disappeared from almost everyone. The people closest to me know I’ve been fighting battles quietly. I’ve mostly only spoken to my son, daughter, and soon-to-be ex-husband while trying to survive this season of my life.

My son encouraged me to make this GoFundMe. He told me, “People love you. Let them help.” So… I’m trying.

If you can help financially in any way, I would be beyond grateful. And if you can’t, please don’t feel obligated — your prayers, encouragement, and kindness mean just as much to me right now.

I truly believe this season is coming to an end. I can finally breathe again. I’m slowly stepping back into the world, and I’m determined to rebuild my life one day at a time.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for reminding me I’m not alone. ❤️