Every day feels like a desperate, losing battle to keep my family afloat. It has been over a year since I was fired after being told—to my face—that I was no longer welcome because of my race. A single, hateful manager didn't just end my career; they shattered my life, and I have been unable to recover since.
I have spent every waking hour in a frozen job market, drowning in a sea of rejections. I have taken on every side job I can find, running myself into the ground just to scrape together enough for food and rent, but it is never enough. The math simply does not work; no matter how hard I push, I cannot bridge the gap between what I earn and the absolute basics required to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table.
The psychological and physical toll is now becoming unbearable. Losing my job meant losing access to the medical services I desperately need. As my health deteriorates, I am trapped, unable to get the care I require while watching my family struggle because of circumstances I was powerless to prevent.
I am at the absolute end of my rope. I am not asking for a miracle, just for a way to survive the crushing weight of these last twelve months. If you are in a position to help, any support—no matter how small—would mean the world to us. Please, if you can, help me provide the stability my family deserves.
