I honestly never thought I’d be writing this. Three days ago, I had a roof over my head, income, and a family I trusted. Today, I only have the clothes I left the house with. Everything else is gone. Im now just trying to find a safe place to sleep.

After months of unpaid labor—splitting care for my sister’s baby, cleaning after adults, my own income sacrificed, and enduring constant exploitation- The final response I recieved was an unprovoked physical attack by my own mother for her to then call the authorities with blatant lies against me. The day of the incident, officers heard me out and deemed that I wasnt a threat but unfortunately still had a job they had to adhere to. I was told by law enforcement I could go home as soon as I got released and I did. The following day, she’d weaponize the courts to make sure I couldn’t come back.

Now completely alone. No bed. No safety net. I lost my job when they cut off my internet, and the little cash I have is going torward food. Last night, I slept in a game lounge, Ive clutching my phone like a lifeline. I’m so tired. But I’m not giving up.

I’m humbly asking for your help to:

- Afford a roof over my head, even for just a few nights.

- Keep my phone on so I can apply for jobs and stay connected to resources.

- Fight the legal battle to prove the truth and protect others from this abuse.

I don’t want pity—I just want a chance. Every dollar gets me closer to stability. If you can’t give, please share this. I promise, when I’m back on my feet, I’ll pay your kindness forward in 10-fold.

Thank you for seeing me when my own family chose to erase me.

Lastly, If you’ve ever escaped abuse, lost a home, or know what it’s like to start over with nothing—you understand how much this means. Thank you for being the light I've been trying so hard to find.