This past year has broken me in ways I never thought possible. I fought cancer, went through a painful divorce, moved into a new place alone, and then lost my job after a car accident. Every time I tried to stand back up, life seemed to push me down even harder.

When I moved, I had nothing. I had to buy all new furniture and cover all the moving costs by myself. I used my entire divorce settlement just to create a basic home for myself, a bed to sleep in, a table to eat at, a place where I could heal after everything. I never imagined that the very money I used to survive would be counted as income, and now Kela will not help me because of it.

I am doing everything I can, but the truth is that I am drowning. The bills are piling up faster than I can breathe. I am terrified of losing the only home I have left, the place where I have tried so hard to rebuild my life. I lie awake at night wondering how I am going to make it through another month. I feel like I am running out of strength, out of options, and out of hope.

Asking for help like this is the last thing I ever wanted to do. I have always tried to handle my hardships quietly, but I cannot anymore. I have reached a point where I truly cannot make it on my own.

If you are able to help, even the smallest amount, it would mean more than I can ever express. It would give me a chance to breathe again. A chance to not lose the little stability I have left. And if you are not able to donate, sharing this would help more than you know.

Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for seeing me. And thank you for giving me even a small piece of hope at a time when I feel like I have none left.