Hi everyone, my name is Destine, and this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write. I never imagined I’d be asking for help like this, but after everything that has happened recently, I’m choosing to put my pride aside and fight for a safe, stable life for me and my baby. Over the past two months, my world has been turned upside down. I was attacked by my own mother, someone I always hoped I could trust. What started as just another argument turned into something terrifying, and when I tried to protect my baby, the situation escalated even worse. She tried to take my child, and in that moment I realized we were no longer safe in the one place we were supposed to call home. Since then, I’ve been kicked out of our home twice within two months, each time leaving me scrambling with nowhere to go, no plan, and a baby on my hip just trying to stay calm for him. Every time I try to rebuild a little stability, life gets ripped out from under me again. I’ve been doing everything I can—working, budgeting, staying strong for my child—but starting from nothing over and over again is draining mentally, emotionally, and financially. I’m trying to secure stable housing, cover necessities for my baby, and get us into an environment where we can finally breathe without fear. I’m not asking for a handout—just a hand to help me get back on my feet so I can give my child the peaceful, safe life he deserves. Every donation goes directly toward: • Safe and stable housing • Baby essentials (diapers, clothes, food) • Transportation and emergency expenses • Replacing items lost during the moves If you can’t donate, sharing this helps more than you know. I’m grateful for every person who takes the time to read this. I’m choosing to believe that asking for help is not weakness—it’s a step toward protecting my baby and building a future where this cycle ends. Thank you for caring. Thank you for listening. And thank you for helping me fight for our safety and our fresh start.