Over the past few months, life has taken some difficult turns, and I’m reaching out because I truly have nowhere else to turn. After being discharged from the hospital just days before Christmas, I was hopeful about starting fresh. I found a safe place to stay in Casselberry, Florida with friends, but finding stable work has been incredibly hard. Most places stopped hiring for the holidays, and many others have hiring freezes for the next several weeks.

Right now, the only job I’ve been able to secure pays $10 an hour, which isn’t enough to cover even my basic needs. On top of that, the medication that helps keep me stable is something I simply cannot afford—not even the $16 monthly premium.

I’m facing an eviction today, Wednesday, January 14, unless I can come up with $800. If I lose this home, my only option will be a homeless shelter, and I’m terrified I won’t be able to make it in that environment.

I hate having to ask for help again, and I’m deeply sorry to be in this position. But I’m scared, and I need my community right now more than ever. Any support—no matter the amount—would mean the world to me and could genuinely keep me safe.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for helping me hold on to hope.