Hello, my name is Julia.

For nearly two years now I have been homeless. Through it all I have tried to carry myself with quiet strength, but the truth is this: my family has shown they only care when it suits them, the people I once called friends betrayed me repeatedly — abusing me, breaking my heart, and robbing me over and over again until nothing remained. I have had everything I owned stolen from me five times now, each time with no one there to help me. My documents, clothes, memories, the last traces of stability — all gone, again and again.

In these years I have seen and experienced horrible things. I have had to navigate the dangers of the sex industry just to survive, and I have witnessed both the best and the worst of society in ways that have marked me deeply.

These experiences have taken a heavy toll. Progress I once made has been erased. The weight of it has left me fighting suicidal thoughts and a deep depression that never fully lifts. Next month I turn 30. Most people reach this age with some foundation beneath them. I have none.

I have accepted this reality without complaint, but I also know I cannot continue this way. This is my last shot. I have nothing left to lose, and I am reaching out with humble honesty because I see no other path forward.

My plan is straightforward and realistic: move to another state where I can leave behind every reminder of the past two years and begin again. A place where I can secure work, regain my footing, and — in time — find peace and happiness. The $15,000 I am asking for is exactly what is required to make this possible. It will go toward:

• Safe temporary housing and transportation to reach the new state

• Replacing the essential documents, clothing, and basic necessities that were stolen

• A laptop so I can begin working remotely and apply for steady employment right away

• Moving expenses, first month’s rent, security deposit, and initial living costs

• Mental health support to address the depression and thoughts that have worn me down

Once stable, I want nothing more than to start giving back. I hope to help others going through the same struggles, to build a small support network, and to try — in whatever way I can — to become the steady, caring person I so desperately needed but never found. That is the only future that feels worth fighting for.

I am not seeking luxury or pity — only the minimum needed to stand on my own again. Every dollar will be accounted for. I will post clear updates: receipts, proof of housing, job progress, and how the funds are being used. You will see the difference your help makes.

I know many good people are stretched thin right now. I would not ask if I had any other option. If you have ever faced a moment when quiet endurance was no longer enough, or if you simply believe one person should not have to carry this weight alone, I humbly ask you to consider helping.

Even a small amount — $5, $10, or simply sharing this — could be the difference between another year lost on the street and the chance to wake up at 30 with real hope.

This is it for me. I have fought as long as I can on my own. Now I am asking, with quiet desperation and sincere gratitude, for the opportunity to rebuild.

Thank you for reading. Whatever you are able to give or share, I will carry it with me as proof that kindness still exists.

With quiet resolve and deep appreciation,

Julia

(soon to be starting over somewhere new)