Hi everyone,

My name is Bree, and I never thought I’d be in a place where I’d have to write something like this. I’m 26 years old, and right now, I’m doing my best to stay strong — but I’m falling behind on rent, and I’m scared of losing my place in a city with no family.

The last few months have been a rollercoaster. Between unexpected bills, rising living costs, and trying to keep up basic everyday life, I’ve found myself slipping further behind no matter how hard I try. I’ve been applying to jobs, cutting back on everything possible, and doing what I can to stay afloat — but I’m still short on rent and facing the reality of possibly losing my home.

This isn’t just about a roof over my head. This is about stability, peace, and the small bit of hope I’ve been holding onto. My home is where I’ve been rebuilding myself — emotionally and mentally — after a few tough years. It’s where I’ve learned to find calm in chaos.

I’m asking for help to cover past-due rent and a bit of breathing room to get back on track. Anything, truly anything, helps — even sharing this means the world.

If you’re reading this, thank you for taking the time to care. It’s not easy asking for help, but I believe in kindness and community. Sometimes we just need a little lift to stand again.

With love and gratitude,
Bree