Writing this breaks me a little, but I don’t have the luxury of pride anymore.

Since September, I’ve been out of work because my mental health has completely taken over my life. I live with C-PTSD and an eating disorder, and some days I’m just surviving inside my own head. I’ve tried to keep going quietly, to fix everything myself, but I can’t do this alone anymore.

In April, our flat was destroyed in a fire started by a neighbour. Everything we owned binned. My son lost his things. I lost the little security we had. We walked away with barely anything.

We moved in with a friend, grateful for a roof over our heads. But in October, we were asked to leave. Since then, we’ve been sofa surfing. No stability. No place to truly rest. Just trying not to feel like a burden while I hold it together for my child.

I have house viewings next week. A small chance at something stable. Somewhere my son can call home. But I don’t have the money for a deposit or first month’s rent. And we have nothing left to fill a home with.

I am exhausted. I am trying. And I am asking for help because my son deserves stability, even if I have to swallow every ounce of pride to ask for it.

If you can help in any way, even by sharing it would mean everything to us.

Thank you for reading