I have spent years refusing to be a burden.

Even after losing my mother—my only real place to land—I learned how to carry myself. And I did. For a decade, I worked. I survived. I made a life out of whatever I had.

But survival has a breaking point.

For the past 7 months, I have been out of work. The first time in 10 years. I have applied, waited, tried again. My unemployment has run out. And the stability I built is slipping through my hands.

I am Black, fat, queer, and disabled. I know what it means to be left to figure it out alone. I know how to endure. But endurance is not the same as being supported.

Right now, I need support.

April: $891
Rent: $651
Storage: $100
Utilities: $140

$8,000 to remain housed and cover my basic needs while I find my way back to stability.

This is me asking before everything collapses.
This is me choosing to be here.

If you can give, share, or hold this with me—thank you for keeping me here.