My name is Skylar Dolan, and I’m honestly writing this with shaking hands because I never thought my family would be in a situation like this. We are facing eviction from our home of 6 years, the only home my son has ever truly felt safe in, and I’m doing everything I can to keep us together. This is our last hope. Every single dollar we receive in donations will go directly to our landlord to pay off our past due rent balance, and hopefully stop the eviction process.

My wife and I both have medical conditions that keep us from working right now. We’ve tried so hard to get help from the state… we’ve made calls, filled out paperwork, begged for assistance. Every time, we either get turned away or told to “wait.” But waiting doesn’t work when you’re running out of time. Our disability applications are still processing, but we’re just… stuck in limbo.

This situation has crushed us emotionally. I don’t even feel like myself anymore. I wake up every day with this heavy knot in my chest, wondering if we’re going to lose everything. My wife is struggling so much — she’s depressed, anxious, constantly feeling like she’s failing even though none of this is her fault. And our 7-year-old son… he sees more than we want him to. He senses the tension, the fear. He asks questions that no child should ever have to ask.

It breaks my heart because with his autism, PTSD, anxiety, and depression, stability isn’t just important — it’s everything.

And then there are our animals, who are truly our family.

We have two dogs with PTSD. One has been with my wife for 6 years — he’s her emotional support, her shadow, her comfort. The other we rescued 2 years ago, and he came from such trauma. He used to flinch at every noise, every touch. It’s taken us so long to earn his trust, to help him feel safe. Losing our home… I honestly don’t think he would understand. I don’t think he could handle it.

We also have four cats who have been with us since they were tiny babies. They’ve grown up in this home. They sleep next to our son, calm him when he has anxiety attacks, and are such a big part of his emotional support. They’re not “just pets.” They’re our kids. They’re family.

The thought of being forced to leave, with nowhere to go, nowhere to take them, nowhere safe for our son… it keeps me awake at night. I can’t describe the fear I feel when I imagine our family being broken apart.

It feels like only a few months ago, life was normal. We were healthy, happy, doing well. We didn’t need to ask for anything. We were proud of that. But everything changed so fast… and now we’re drowning.

I’m asking for help because I don’t know what else to do. Donations will help us stop the eviction and keep our family — all of us — together. They’ll give us a chance to breathe, to get back on our feet, to make it until disability finally gets approved.

Even the smallest amount helps. Even sharing helps.

I’m not asking for a miracle… just a chance to keep my family safe.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you for caring. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. You have no idea how much it means right now.