Hi, my name is Tiffany Daniels. I never thought I’d be here, writing this. But I’m in a moment of real-life crisis—and I need help.

Over the past year, I’ve been doing deep inner work—healing from trauma, grief, rebuilding after a divorce, and trying to walk faithfully into who God is calling me to be. I’ve stayed hopeful. I’ve stayed prayerful. But now, I’m in trouble:

My rent is $2,900 and it’s due now.

I’ve called every church, every hotline, every city service I could find.

The help either takes too long or doesn’t go far enough.

I’m not asking because I’m careless—I’m asking because I’m exhausted, humbled, and out of time. I’ve always tried to show up for others, even while navigating my own pain. But this time, I need someone to show up for me.

If you’ve ever seen my light, my words, my heart, my work—or if you believe in giving someone the chance to stay on their feet—please consider giving.

Any amount helps. Even a prayer spoken over this page is welcome.

I’m not giving up. I just need a lifeline.

With all my heart—thank you.

Love,

Tiffany