Please help us not be evicted.

Hello, I’m Rochelle. I’m single mom to the adorable kiddos pictured. I’m making this humbling plea for them.

As a mother, I have only ever wanted to provide my children with a stable home and parenting that doesn’t require healing after they’re adults. But I am currently failing on one aspect. I am unable to pay for our home, and have not been able to for several months now.

Through no fault of my own, either. I lost my job in March of 2024 due to my job breaking my ADA accommodation for postpartum depression. I have applied for an overwhelming number of jobs— currently 5700. Many of which I was never considered– until I removed my photo from my L.I. profile. Once I did, I began to get some interest for interviews. Then I’d interview and be reminded that I’m, “..impressive, but the other candidates align more with the brand..” whatever that means. Or the role has already been filled or mostly no response at all. If you know of any remote roles, please PLEASE send them my way.

But I’ve also realized that a job is not the only way, so I continuously applied pressure to myself: I wrote and self-published seven books- please consider buying. I started an online store- please consider shopping with us. I started a notary business- please consider my services. I cashed out all my savings, 401s, 403bs, and hosted several yard sales. My parents helped me with these yard sales. They’ve also exhausted their resources. Although they’re retired, they have no more financial support to give me, and I completely understand. They have to survive, too.

I have received help from a couple dear friends (THANK YOU to each of you. I LOVE YOU, dearly..), but cannot continue to ask people for resources they need.

Recently, I’d asked a question on FB that landed me in FB jail and gagged my account for a few months. The question I asked, “What made you consider committing _______?” I wanted to see if I had reached my breaking point. If other people’s breaking point was similar to my own. If I was crazy to think that THIS was a good reason to be at a breaking point. So many people are suffering and it was evident in the thousands of comments that post garnered in less than 30 minutes. But FB did not find my post healing or even allowable. I was silenced, but still relieved that I was not alone in my thinking.

Life is so hard. Asking for help is even harder, for me. Especially, when the people you ask cannot or will not help you. I’ve exhausted all my resources at this point. I’ve done all I can do. I have begged. I have attempted to borrow. I am willing to now grovel.

If you’ve ever been here, I am sorry, and I hope that people were willing to give you what you needed. And if no one did, I am sorry. If you have experienced being unhoused, I am even more sorry.

Please help save our home.