Humbly Begging for Help to Survive

Not long ago, my life looked completely different.

I had a steady job. I was making good money. I was okay. I paid my bills on time and didn’t constantly worry about how I was going to make rent or keep the lights on. That peace of mind was all I ever really wanted — stability. Breathing room. A sense of safety.

Then it was gone.

No warning. No cushion. Just the rug ripped out from under me.

Around the same time, I lost three friends last year. Grief has a way of piling on quietly, and I don’t think I ever fully caught my breath from it. Trying to survive financially while carrying that kind of loss has been heavier than I can put into words.

After losing my job, I didn’t give up. I tried to rebuild.

I started my own business because I believed in my skills and my experience. I poured real effort into it — time, energy, money I probably shouldn’t have spent. I know the value of what I offer. I know I’m capable.
But I haven’t been able to get clients.

It feels like no one wants to pay for professional services anymore, no matter how much value you bring. I’ve reached out, applied, marketed, followed advice — and it’s been silence and dead ends over and over again.

So I widened the net.

I started applying for other work. Waitressing. Service jobs. Anything that would bring in steady income. And somehow, even that hasn’t worked out. Applications disappear. Calls don’t come back. Everything I try online seems to lead nowhere.

Meanwhile, my savings are gone.

Completely gone.

I now have enough to pay one more month of rent — and that’s it. After that, I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do.

Bills don’t stop just because your life falls apart. Utilities, food, gas — all of it keeps coming whether you’re ready or not.

I’m exhausted. I’m overwhelmed. And some days, I feel completely broken.

All I wanted was to not live in constant fear of the next bill. I had that. I worked for it. And losing it so fast has been terrifying.

This is incredibly hard to admit, but right now I need help.

I’m asking for support to get through this gap — to keep a roof over my head, pay essential bills, and survive long enough to stand back up. Even a small amount truly helps.

If you can help financially, I am deeply grateful.

If you can’t, sharing this still matters.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

I wouldn’t be asking if I had another option.