The past several years have been a whirlwind of challenges for me and my daughter. Just days after she was born, my husband—who I thought I’d be building a life with—left me for a coworker. The heartbreak was overwhelming, especially after months of planning and anticipation for our new family. At the same time, I was struggling with undiagnosed ADHD, which made everything feel even more impossible. It wasn’t until after my daughter’s birth, and the loss of my mother, that I finally received a diagnosis. Grieving, overwhelmed, and trying to keep moving forward, I faced one setback after another.

Things became even harder when my home was broken into, triggering a trauma response that made it impossible to return. The house is now in foreclosure and set for sheriff’s auction soon, and I’ve lost my car as well. I’ve been couch surfing between friends, doing my best to stay afloat, while my daughter lives with her dad in another city. I’ve applied for hundreds of jobs, but nothing has come through yet. My friends have been wonderful, but I know they can’t carry me forever, nor should they have to.

I’m reaching out now because I need help to get back on my feet. A car would make a huge difference, and any support would help me find stability so I can be the parent my daughter deserves. I’ve never been good at asking for help, but I know that with a little breathing room, I can start to rebuild and give back to others. Thank you for reading my story and for any kindness you can offer.