My name is Jennifer, and I'm a single mother of 4 beautiful daughters. My oldest, Evelyn Anne, is 14; second is Miss Eriana Mae, who is 13 on June 9; then there is Miss Eleanor Grace, my little miracle baby, who is 10; and lastly, my baby girl, Miss Elaina Marie Rose, who will be 8 on June 26. A year ago, on March 8, 2025, I gave birth to a little boy who I named Emanuel. Unfortunately, due to cervical cancer cells, I had surgery in which they removed a part of my cervix. This caused me to not be able to carry a baby full term, so Emanuel was born at 23 and a half weeks. It grieves me to say he only lived 24 hours and then he went to heaven. I've always wanted a little baby boy, and it shattered my heart losing him. I haven't been able to find the woman I knew myself to be since. Just going to work is a struggle, though I am working with a therapist to understand this better. I regret to say I fell back into some old coping habits that aren't good for myself or my daughters. I've been attending drug and alcohol classes and working on getting better.

On Feb 28, 2026, my daughters were removed from my care. To be honest, burying a child is a pain I wouldn't want anyone to endure. As I said before, I hadn't been able to find the woman I once knew myself to be and my daughters knew me to be. My 2 oldest, who I am so proud of, noticed mom wasn't herself and took it upon themselves to reach out to their therapist for help. I don't blame or in any way am I upset with my children for being open and honest with a person able to provide help because Lord knows I was so lost and full of shame, unable to help myself. I always raised my girls to be honest children. This caused the removal of my girls on Feb 28, 2026, just a few short days away from the 1-year mark of when I lost my baby boy. My girls are safe and sound, residing with family members at this time. However, due to this, my mental health severely declined, and I became extremely depressed. I wasn't eating, sleeping, or bathing correctly or often at all. I haven't been able to return to work for more than a day or two. Being around people is proving to be a struggle, and my occupation is in customer service. Due to the removal of my daughters, I've lost my medical, food stamps, and almost my desire to continue on in this journey of life. I currently am homeless and residing in my vehicle since Feb 28, 2026. I understand there are programs to help me with housing and to get back on my feet. However, the waiting list is long, and due to me not being older, having children who reside with me, or being pregnant, I must await my turn. Little by little, I'm regaining my footing, not bouncing back as I used to be able to throughout my whole life. As of today, I am only 32 years old; however, I don't feel that young. I've lost everything and regained it 5 times throughout my life, and this is the 6th time. However, this time is by far different. With the death of my son and the loss of my daughters, my hope has almost completely left me. I'm not asking for sympathy because I realize, aside from the death of my son, that my own choices have gotten me to where I am currently in life. And though I am not proud of my loss to remain grounded, aware, and present over this past year and a half, I am attempting to reach out for help, knowing I am awful at asking for help. Doing things mostly by myself since the age of 17, I'm not too good at asking nor accepting help from others.

I could use some financial support for medical, therapy, gas, food, and basic products. Due to not having a refrigerator or means of keeping food cold to remain good, or even a stove or microwave to cook in or on, I can only have non-refrigerated or cooking-required foods at this time, making food pantries difficult for obtaining food. Any little bit is appreciated, and I am grateful to any and everyone who may be able to help. Me doing this fundraiser has me feeling embarrassed and ashamed simply because I've always done everything for my daughters and myself with very little help from outside people, especially from non-family members. Though I understand we all fall on hard times and I shouldn't feel this way, I can't help but still do. Thank you for taking the time to just read my story even if you can't donate. My goal isn't too big, just looking for the minimum to survive as I continue navigating through the darkest, hardest time of my life. And Lord willing, I won't endure another season such as this one ever again. And if by chance I do, I'll at least know how better to endure it than I clearly have this time around. My daughters and I are lovers of the outdoors, water, art, animals, and simply just being together. We are all talented in our own unique ways. My oldest, Evelyn, has my singing abilities; Eriana is blessed with my extreme ability in humor and the joy of making others laugh; Miss Eleanor has all my intelligence and has been able to inform you on the proper names of all dinosaurs since age 7. And my darling baby, Miss Elaina, has my beauty, my kindness, compassion, my purity, and my heart. I am blessed to have been given the best girls a mother could ask for. We are appreciative of everyone who helps or doesn't help. All life is valuable, important, and should be cherished. Thank you!! ♥️