Hello friends, kind strangers, and anyone with a heart willing to listen—

I’ve been a single mother for the past 14 years. I’ve always tried to be strong, to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders for the sake of my two boys. But today, I’m writing this with tears in my eyes and hope in my heart—because we need help.

The last two years have been the hardest of our lives. We lost our home. My car broke down and has been sitting in a repair shop for nearly 10 months. I simply don’t have the funds to fix it. Every day, I rely on borrowed rides and public transport just to get to work and back. We’re currently staying with friends, but even rent is out of reach. Debt is piling up, and the emotional toll is becoming unbearable.
I’m watching my boys suffer—not just from the instability, but from the stress and sadness that no child should have to carry. My own health is deteriorating, and I feel like I’m running out of options. But I refuse to give up. I refuse to stop fighting for them.
That’s why I’m asking—pleading—for help.
Whether it’s a donation toward getting our car repaired, help with rent, or simply sharing this post to reach someone who might be able to assist, every act of kindness matters. Every dollar, every share, every prayer—it all counts.

We’re not looking for luxury. We’re just trying to survive. To get back on our feet. To give my boys a sense of stability and peace again.
If you’ve ever known struggle, if you’ve ever needed a hand and someone reached out—please consider being that person for us.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. And thank you for believing that even in the darkest times, compassion can light the way.