Please help me keep my house and my car

I never thought I’d be here—writing this, putting my life out for the world to see, asking for help in the most public and vulnerable way possible. It’s humiliating. It feels like failure. But the truth is, I’m out of time, out of options, and hanging on by a thread.

I’ve worked since I was 11 years old. I’ve never been afraid of hard work, and I’ve always figured things out, even when life knocked me down. But this past year has brought me to my knees in a way I never imagined.

It started with a car accident—not my fault—that totaled my reliable, almost-paid-off vehicle. That one event, on November 23, 2023, was the beginning of a downward spiral I’ve been desperately trying to stop. I was employed at the time and still scraping by, but financially I was treading water—and sinking fast.

Six months later, I accepted a job that seemed like a lifeline. But shortly after starting, I realized I’d stepped into a mess of unethical—and possibly illegal—financial practices. When I questioned the validity of a contract, I was fired. I’d only been there a month.

Then in January, I was offered a new job. I got up, got dressed, and drove to my first day—only to get a text on the way in saying the offer had been rescinded. Just like that, it was gone.

Since then, I’ve done everything I can to survive. I’ve applied for hundreds of jobs, attended over 75 in-person interviews, 25 virtual ones, and taken part in countless phone screens. Every time I hear the same thing: “You have an impressive background,” and then nothing. No response. No feedback. Just silence.

I’ve applied for rent and utility assistance. The local trustee paid one month of rent and one electric bill. I was deeply grateful—but it barely scratched the surface of what I owe. I’ve tried gig work, contract jobs, anything that would help me stay afloat. I even applied at Walmart—and didn’t get hired. That was a low I never thought I’d experience.

Most recently, I was given a contract role with potential to go full time. I never even interviewed. It ended before it began, and I’m left once again with nothing.

Now, the worst is staring me in the face: I’m about to be evicted. My car is about to be repossessed. I’ve done everything I can, but I can’t fight this alone anymore.

For someone who has always been independent, who hates asking for help, this is my rock bottom. I’m not just scared—I’m devastated. I feel like I’ve failed, even though I know I’ve tried everything humanly possible to make it work.

If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when someone’s doing everything right and still loses everything—this is it.

If you can help me—by donating, by sharing, by just sending a kind word—it would mean more than I can put into words. I don’t need much, just enough to keep a roof over my head and a car to get to future interviews. I just need a little more time to turn this around.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. And thank you—for giving someone like me a sliver of hope.