My name is Keith and right now my life is about survival — nothing else.

I wake up every day wondering if I’ll eat, where I’ll sleep, and if my few belongings will still be there when I get back. I’ve been homeless for three years, and every day feels like another war just to stay alive.

I’ve slept outside in the cold, soaked from the rain, with no blanket and no roof. I’ve been robbed in my sleep. I’ve had everything I owned thrown away like trash. I’ve gone hungry, I’ve gone without sleep, I’ve gone without safety.

People yell at me to “get a job,” but they don’t see the truth — try working when you’re carrying all your stuff, when you have no place to shower, no bed to rest in, and no safe space to breathe. This life strips you down to survival mode, and survival mode is brutal.

The worst pain is being away from my kids. I’ve lost three years with them because of this. I can’t show up for them the way I want to, because I don’t even have a place to call home. That tears me apart inside.

I keep fighting, but I’m exhausted. I don’t want to just survive anymore. I need help to get off the street, into a room, with four walls and a locked door — the basics most people don’t even think about.

Your help could mean the difference between another night out in the cold and a chance to finally stand on my own again. Every dollar goes toward food, shelter, and the shot at rebuilding a life I’ve been fighting for every single day.

I’m not asking for luxury. I’m asking for survival. I’m asking for a chance.