One month's rent. Baby steps to a new life.

Help. I've always been very happy to give it, and very uncomfortable asking it.

I wasn’t sure if I should do this. But enough people asked me directly, and I’m learning to say yes when help is offered. Baby steps.

Here I’m asking for $2,500—just one month’s rent—so my son and I can stay housed while I keep rebuilding. That’s it. Furniture, food, household goods, we will figure it out.

Rent in Seattle is expensive. So that is where we should start.

This past five years took everything. But we made it. We won. And now I just need a little time to catch my breath and rebuild safely. Make sure my son is physically and psychologically safe, and start doing real life again.

If you’ve followed our story, if you’ve rooted for us, or if you’ve just wanted to help in a direct and tangible way—thank you. This is one of the kindest ways you can.

If you’d like something in return, I’m offering:

$50 — “How to do LinkedIn” guide (my actual strategy that started in 2017 and built you, here, today. And 60k followers).

$150 — Resume review + personalized job search strategy

$300 — 3 resume versions + search strategy

$500 — 90-minute coaching session (career clarity, interview prep, founder support, or just life)

Or if you just want to give—thank you. No pressure. No explanation needed. If you have .45 I'll take it.

I went from a home full of my life's work: My high school and college diplomas, my Passport, my W2s, my social security card, my son's passport, his birth certificate, his social security card - all of our electronics for my son. Xbox, Alexa, Oculus, (I even got him an old school boombox with all of the 90s CDs I loved). My entire body of work, my entire spice collection, a life's collection of cookware, my full wedding registry, every shoe I own (wah, I know, but wearing clogs for a month has sucked: my feet hurt so much omg, my entire wardrobe, my son's entire wardrobe, all of our furniture, our dishes, our Electronics (we don't even have a microwave), and so much more like our washer and dryer and dishwasher, couch, and dining room table.

We lost all of our healthcare items like bandaids and medicine. All of our towels, all of our appliances like our vacuum and hairdryers and blenders.

We lost everything.

On purpose. By my ex husband.

Not only that stuff but all of our memories.

His newborn pictures and footprints from the hospital. His baby books.

His preschool graduation photos, every piece of art he's ever made from 2-11 years old, every card he wrote to me, any school projects, all of our vacation souvenirs, our games, our blankets, our pillows, even our doormats.

All of it is gone. I lost every memory I've ever had. From college to my time living in France and Australia to my graduations and the awards and accolades I won for my first novel.

We literally don't have a pot to ...you know what in. And all we need to start rebuilding is a roof over our heads.

Every share helps. Every message matters. Every dollar gives us one more day of peace.