Support a Family in Crisis

Anyone who knows me knows I struggle asking for help. Anyone who knows me also knows that when I do ask for help, it’s an emergent situation. I usually figure everything else out on my own and worry about everyone else first.

A lot of things have happened in the last year with me. I have faced a lot of betrayal and pain that I am not sure I would like to describe in detail. I have lost family members, pets that mean the world to me, friends that meant the world to me, among so many other things.

When I moved to transitional housing I was called into the housing authority for paperwork for an apartment, and then never told about any that came available. I got my voucher, was told the apartment I found would not pass inspection yet. I anticipated moving in January… until my case worker informed me on Dec. 2, 2024 that I had to be out of the transitional housing by Dec. 13, 2024 and there were no more extensions.

I rented a vehicle and went searching for places available near people of support to me, the first run in with money issues happened when I did this because I could not safely travel home so had to use savings to get clothes for the kids and myself and food, as well as making sure I could pay the rental when I got back- which they gave me as much of discount on as they could due to the weather issues. All necessary things, but this meant I would not be able to move into the apartment even under prorated-rent terms at that time, and either way I needed to be out of transitional housing. I was able to get an extension to the 17th.

I had enough for a rental for a few days and a storage unit, so that’s what I did. Packed up some of my things, threw away others, and stored others. I brought… well… not many things to the current place I am staying for a reason.

In the process of attempting to get my housing voucher transferred and acquire a place down here, my information somehow has gotten lost and I have been on a standstill with finding housing.

Aside from that, my mental health has not been good and I have been battling a lot of depersonalization/derealization and just not being coherent or in body- and in these fugue states I have not been making the best decisions.

I am trying to go inpatient, however we were just informed yesterday that after Saturday there will be no electric, wifi, water, etc in the house I’m staying because the family members that pay the bills are moving out. The house is about to be under foreclosure, originally we had until Feb. 20th to leave, and now we only have until February 8th. Yes, you read that right- that is this Saturday.

So, I will not be going inpatient until that I know my kids are safe enough because I will lose my mind if I do go inpatient with my kids about to be homeless.

I am attempting to get us into an extended stay and find a job in the area of the extended stay. It has a full kitchen and room for the kids and I.

I put 1,500 because the extended stay, as screenshotted and posted as the cover photo, staying there for a month is about how much it would cost. Even if we only get enough to let us stay there a week it gives me more time to figure out everything else and any excess funds would be used for an apartment or ensuring my children have a roof over their head.

i am in contact with many resources and I am trying to get the ball rolling, I am trying to call these emergency homeless crisis centers but even that is a slow process.

Anything helps. If 100 people donate 5$ we can have somewhere to stay for a little bit.

I am crying so much. I just keep trying to make things better for me and my kids and I feel like my world keeps falling in, and I feel like I keep messing everything up no matter how hard I try.

If you can donate, I appreciate you so much. If you can’t, I understand but could you please share?

I feel disgusting asking anyone for money. But this isn’t about me, it’s about my kids having somewhere safe to live, even if temporarily because we less than 72hours, and even though I was doing everything right to get us our own spot and etc, shit just happens I guess.

the older boys are safe with my sister.