Let me be clear: I’ve always loved working. I’ve held multiple jobs at once, skipped vacations, and found community in my coworkers. Work was my rhythm, my social circle, my lifeline.

But these past few years? It’s been a struggle just to get hired. No record. College degree. Still, rejection after rejection. I’ve applied everywhere—Burger King, Dunkin’, you name it. I’ve never turned down a job offer, even when it wasn’t ideal. I just wanted to work.

Now I’m back in the game. The office is massive—an old mall turned workspace—and I feel like I belong. I know I can do this job. I’m already thinking long-term, hoping to grow within the company and prove I’m worth keeping.

But I’m still in survival mode. No stable housing yet. No clean clothes. I need help covering food and a few basics—underwear, socks, a shirt and pants. Just enough to show up with dignity while I build something better.

🙏 If you’ve supported me before, thank you. If you’re able to help this week, it would mean the world. I’m hoping to lock in a studio apartment by Wednesday. After that, I’ll be able to breathe, focus, and thrive.