The picture is of 2 of the people I can't give up for because I know they wouldn't want me to and they taught me not to.

I’ve always been the type to handle things on my own, to push through without asking for help. But I think I’ve finally hit my breaking point. If it took me 45 years to get here after everything I’ve been through, I guess that’s something.

I’ve spent my life putting others first without a second thought. We moved into this house to help take care of Terry’s mom after his dad passed, but now I'm being forced out...by family. In just four months, we’ll be homeless if we don’t find a solution.

And of course, life isn’t making it easy. Car repairs, unexpected expenses for a house we won’t even be living in, medical issues, and now Terry’s business may take a hit with the new tariff changes. It feels like every step forward is followed by eight steps back.

I know everyone has their own struggles, and I hate even writing this, but I need help. I feel like I’m drowning, and for the first time in a long time, I’m actually scared.

A friend encouraged me to set up a GoFundMe, so I did. If you’re able to share it, donate, or just send some encouragement, I would be beyond grateful. Thank you for reading.

I know not everyone likes this platform. I also have Z and V.