My name is Joy. And I have built my entire life around one belief that joy really does come in the morning. I have held onto that truth through some of the hardest seasons of my life. This is one of them.

I have been my mother's caregiver for six years with little to no help. Just me.

She is bedridden and needs help with almost everything. We are still waiting on a hospital bed, which means every transfer, every repositioning, every moment of daily care falls on my body alone. The emotional weight of watching your mother in pain while quietly wondering who is going to show up for you is something I carry every single day.

Then life hit harder.

I lost my job and could no longer keep up with my mortgage. My mother and I are now leaving our home and moving into a basement apartment. This is not where I planned to be. But it is where, for the first time, I am reaching out for help instead of staying silent.

My faith has carried me when nothing else could. And right now, I am trusting God to get the help I need until we can settle and hopefully gain stable employment

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Joy comes in the morning. Ours is getting closer.