I never thought I would be homeless. I tried to hold everything together, but when the support I depended on disappeared and my anxiety became overwhelming, my life unraveled faster than I could recover. One setback turned into losing everything. Being homeless isn’t just lacking a roof—it’s losing safety, dignity, and the place where you’re supposed to rest and heal. I’ve been doing my best to survive and rebuild, but I can’t do it alone. I’m asking for help not because I’ve given up, but because I’m still trying. Any support would mean stability, safety, and a roof over my head. I have a job I'm starting soon and the place is so close to it but if I don't get the place ,I'll have to walk so far. Meaning getting up at 3am and walking till I make it to my job by 6am or just sleeping some places close to it. Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for caring. ❤️