Lend a Hand to Single Mom Lindsey

Hello Friends,

It has been quite some time since I’ve been on social media. I apologize for not being as present as I once was and for being so quiet these past few years. This is very difficult for me so forgive me. I’m reaching out to all of you because I need a helping hand. As many of you know, I’m a single mother to my 6 year old little boy, Levi. Things have not been good.

Please know that this is not easy for me. I’ve spent quite some time contemplating whether or not I should reach out for help but I was too afraid. Too fearful that I would be perceived as weak, incapable or worse. However, after much thought and plummeting to a whole new level of low (which I’ll get to shortly) it dawned on me that being vulnerable and asking for help does not equate to weakness. I wondered what my younger self would say to the woman I am today and this is what came to mind; real strength and courage comes from being able to step outside your fears and say, ‘I need help.’

So here I am, acknowledging my humaneness, and asking for help. As much as I hate to say this, I can’t do this alone.

I’ve struggled more than I am proud to admit. This past year has been incredibly difficult and painful. I ran away from an incredibly abusive man who nearly killed me. I spent my days consumed by fear, tears and pain. It got to the point where I somehow convinced myself that it was merely a rough patch and hoped things would get better. They never did. After tolerating countless strangulations, bruises, verbal warfare, sleepless nights, and fear that I wouldn’t survive, I finally did what I had to do; I left. I left everything I once had including a car, my clothes, my sons clothes/toys/car seat, furniture, irreplaceable pictures of my mom. Quite literally everything.

Since leaving my abuser, I have desperately tried to get my life back but it’s been one of the most challenging things I have ever endured. I was recently evicted. I don’t have family. I lost my job due to not having a vehicle or transportation to work, as well as due to health issues. I have a 6 year old son. I don’t have a vehicle nor a place to call home. I was recently hospitalized for several weeks due to abscesses in my leg which led to mrsa which then led to sepsis. I’m currently 14 weeks pregnant by a man who promised me the moon and stars, only to leave me after I told him I was pregnant. Although I’m incredibly lucky and blessed to be recovering well, I once again find myself drowning in a sea of more bills that I cannot afford.

I’m scared to death. I can’t seem to get back on my feet. Every time I get close to getting my head above water, I’m inundated with something that pulls me back under.. I’ve been doing my best to wear a brave face. But the truth is, I’m falling apart. I don’t have family to reach out for help. I’m completely exhausted, alone and scared. I have reached out to every organization and church for help but I’ve had no luck other than food stamps and food donations from local churches which I’m eternally grateful for. I’m in dire need of getting our home back, a cheap used vehicle that can get me and my son around, and help paying bills. Anything is appreciated. Human to human, friend to friend, asking for any kind of help. Please and thank you with all of my heart and more.