Have you ever found yourself in a place where you would rather eat dirt than admit you need help? Where the weight of asking for support feels heavier than the burdens you’re already carrying? That’s where I am today.

For more than 2 decades of my life—23 years—I poured my heart and soul into my job, growing within a company I believed in. But now, after being let go without warning and without any severance pay, I am left with nothing. My entire livelihood has been taken from me, and I’m struggling to hold on.

I’ve been the friend who listens, the family member who supports, and the person who fights through pain silently—because I always believed I could handle it on my own.

I currently have no income, and I have already received my last paycheck. My funds are extremely limited, and I have no way to cover rent, food, or the mounting medical bills that keep piling up. Every day feels like an uphill battle, and some days, just getting out of bed feels impossible. My depression is at its darkest, and the pain—both physical and emotional—is overwhelming.

I’ve applied for Medicaid and food stamps just to meet my basic needs, but even that isn’t enough to keep me afloat. I looked into COBRA to continue health coverage, but the cost is completely outrageous—far beyond anything I can afford.

I live with fibromyalgia, chronic pain syndrome, nerve damage, anxiety, and other debilitating conditions. I’ve had MRIs, injections, physical therapy—all necessary treatments that come with costs I cannot meet. I’m caught in an impossible situation where I must choose between paying rent or managing my health.

And I am completely alone. My mom is on disability with barely enough to get by. My brother is facing his own personal struggles with a difficult divorce. I have no one to turn to.

Still, I’m trying. I’m searching for programs, assistance, anything that might offer relief—but it takes time, energy, and hope that I’m running out of. Asking for help isn’t easy for me—it never has been—but right now, I am at my breaking point.

As hard as things are right now, I’m still holding onto hope that better days are ahead—and with a little help, I believe I can get there.

I am asking for your help—not for luxuries or comfort, but simply to survive. If you can donate, share this, or even just send a kind word, it will mean more than I can express.

Even sharing this campaign means more than you know.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you for your kindness and your compassion.

This is not a scam. This is me, reaching out with an open heart and a desperate need.