From a tent. To a wheelchair. To rock bottom. I’m Taylor. This is for me, my boyfriend Justin, and our dog Autumn. We’ve been homeless for over a year — first in Raleigh, now back in my hometown. We’ve been living in tents through storms, heat, fear, and constant survival mode. It’s been hell. And then it got worse. About a month ago, Justin had a seizure and fell 12 feet. He shattered both of his heels. No hospital bed, no real recovery. Just a wheelchair, and nowhere to go but dirt. He’s been outside, in the heat, with no safe place to heal. We finally scraped enough together to get a motel room two nights ago — the first time we’ve slept inside in I don’t even know how long. It’s safe. It’s dry. But we’re completely out of money. We have no food, no clean clothes, no way forward. Just us and Autumn. We got her when she was four months old. She’s technically my emotional support animal, but honestly? I’m hers too. She feels everything I do. She’s been with us through every panic attack, every storm, every night we thought we might not make it. I thought coming back here would help — that people might show up. But it’s been more doors closed in our face. More silence. We’re not asking for anything extra. Just the basics to keep going: • Somewhere safe for Justin to recover • Food, water, hygiene • A ride to medical care • A shot at breaking this cycle before it breaks us We’re tired. Of sleeping on the ground. Of pain. Of pretending we’re okay. If you’ve got a few dollars or can share this — you’re helping more than you know. Thank you. — Taylor, Justin & Autumn 🐾