Without help, I'm at risk of losing my housing while I continue searching for work.
I Never Thought I Would Have to Ask for Help
Early in my unemployment, I was rushed to the hospital with chest pain.
The doctors told me it wasn't a heart attack.
It was stress.
After more than two years of fighting to survive unemployment, financial hardship, and constant uncertainty, my body finally reached its limit.
What scares me even more is what comes next.
I'm running out of time.
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I am a military spouse who has spent more than two years rebuilding my life.
When I lost my job, I believed I'd find another one quickly. Instead, I've found myself trapped in one of the worst job markets in decades.
I treated finding work like a full-time job.
I've submitted more than 10,000 job applications.
I've rebuilt my resume countless times, earned new certifications, expanded my skills, rebuilt my portfolio, and reached out to recruiters, hiring managers, founders, and anyone willing to listen.
I have done everything I know to do.
I simply haven't been given the opportunity.
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Because I live in a small rural community and have a disability, local jobs are extremely limited. Remote work is my best chance, but those opportunities have become incredibly competitive. Military life and frequent moves have also made it difficult to build the stable career I've worked so hard for.
I know I can work again.
I just need someone to give me a chance.
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While I kept searching, the bills never stopped.
Rent. Utilities. Groceries. Gas. Insurance. Internet.
When my savings ran out, my credit cards became my only means of survival.
Today, I carry debt because I refused to give up on finding work.
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I'm not asking for charity because I don't want to work.
I'm asking because I do!
I don't want donations to become my future.
I want the chance to earn my own paycheck again.
Your support will help cover the essentials that allow me to keep searching for work:
Housing
Food
Utilities
Transportation
Internet
Equipment needed for remote work
Every donation—whether it's $10, $25, $100, or simply sharing this fundraiser—gives me something I desperately need:
More time.
Time to keep applying.
Time to keep interviewing.
Time to keep believing that my next opportunity is still out there.
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Asking for help is one of the hardest things I've ever done.
But after more than two years of fighting this battle alone, I can't do it anymore.
If you're able to donate, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
If you can't, sharing my story could help it reach someone who can—or someone who knows of an opportunity that could change my life
Thank you for believing in me when I need it most.
