Hi, my name is Teri, and this is honestly one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do—ask for help.
Almost four years ago, my mother was killed, and my life hasn’t felt the same since. She left me this home, and I’ve been doing everything I can to hold on to it—not just for financial reasons, but because it’s the last place I still feel her presence.
Details of my mother’s death: https://medium.com/illumination/the-decision-that-destroyed-a-dozen-dreams-the-tragic-death-of-a-devoted-mother-6ec701c542f7
Since her passing, I’ve worked multiple jobs just to stay afloat. I don’t come from much, but I’ve always made a way. Earlier this year, in January 2025, I lost both of my incomes unexpectedly. I tried to catch up, but by April, I had fallen behind on my mortgage.
Right now, I’m $3,000 behind. I’m only asking for help with part of what I need—$2,000—because I’m still doing everything I can to handle the rest on my own. I’ve cut back, picked up what work I can, and I’m trying to stay optimistic. But this is the first time I’ve allowed myself to ask for help without shame.
I’ve learned that adulthood isn’t just about grinding—it’s also about knowing when to say, “I can’t do this part alone.” That’s where I am right now.
If you feel led to give—whether it’s $5 or $50—I’m beyond grateful. And if you can’t give, sharing this would still mean the world. I’m not looking for a handout. I just want to keep the home my mother left me and have a real shot at getting back on my feet.
Thank you for listening, for caring, and for helping me hold on to something that means more than I can put into words.
With love,
Teri
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