On February 27, my world was shattered. My fiancé and I were on our way home when a car struck us while we were on our motorcycle. In an instant, the love of my life was taken from me. I held him in my arms, screaming for him to stay, but I could do nothing as his life slipped away. That moment replays in my mind like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

I survived, but my body and heart are broken. I spent three days in a trauma hospital, and now I can’t even walk on my own. I won’t be able to work for at least a month, and I need physical therapy to regain my mobility and grief counseling just to make it through each day. On top of this unbearable loss, I am drowning in medical bills—over $90,000 and still climbing—along with legal fees and other unexpected expenses.

I never imagined asking for help like this, but right now, I have no choice. If you can donate, or even just share this, it would mean the world to me. Your kindness, prayers, and support are all that’s keeping me going. From the bottom of my broken heart, thank you.