I never thought I’d be here — writing this with trembling hands and tears in my eyes, but I’ve run out of options. I’ve lost everything — my job, my car, my home — and I’m struggling just to get food each day. I’m not just broke. I’m broken. For years, I worked hard. I put in long hours, gave my all, and did everything right — or so I thought. But life has a cruel way of changing everything in an instant. The company I dedicated myself to for over a decade went through layoffs, and I was one of the “unlucky” ones. No warning, no safety net — just a final paycheck that barely covered my rent. Without that job, everything started to unravel. My savings dried up trying to stay afloat. I fell behind on car payments, and they repossessed it. Without a car, I couldn’t get to interviews, side gigs, or even the grocery store. The late rent notices turned into eviction papers. The day I had to leave my home — the only stability I had left — was the lowest I’ve ever felt. Now I’m sleeping where I can. Some nights it’s a friend’s couch, but most nights it’s not. I skip meals often. I’ve gone days without real food. Pride kept me silent for a long time, but hunger and desperation eventually drown out pride. I’m cold, I’m tired, and I’m scared. What I need now is a miracle. A warm meal. A roof over my head. A small lifeline to start over. I’m not asking for pity — just a bit of kindness and hope. If you’ve ever known what it’s like to feel invisible, to cry in silence, to wonder if you’ll make it another day — then please, I’m asking from the deepest part of my heart: help me. Anything helps — even just sharing my story. Thank you for reading, for caring, and for reminding me that I’m not alone Cash app seems to be the easiest to use $McClungfund