My rent is due. I am scared. I pray and I pray but nothing has happened. Right now, I am scared. Terrified actually. I am scared I am going to lose my apartment, the furniture I just got, and my dog. Losing Benji might be the worst part. Well, the second worst part. If I lose my apartment, I might end up back at the homeless shelter that terrifies me to the point of panic attacks, and long crying sessions. I need help.
I was able to leave the shelter, on the strength of a contract job. It was supposed to last for a while. Barely two months into it, the job ended early and abruptly. I am going to start a new job so I have September rent but it is August and I have nothing, less than a dollar.
I honestly thought things were getting better now I'm not sure. I lost my job almost 2 1/2 years ago. Since then I've lost my house, my car and spent 8 months living in a homeless shelter for women. I feel like Job must have felt or how Joseph felt when he languished in prison.
I ended up finally finding a good contract job (I am in training and development) in February where I was doing very well. I ended up getting an apartment and I got my dog back. There was a non-profit that furnished my apartment. A friend who left the shelter before I did, give me a small microwave and Keurig. Things seemed to be on the way up.
Then by the end of March, the company abruptly ended the contract. Seven of us ended up out of work.
I saved enough to pay my rent for several months but that money is gone. I am starting this fundraiser on August 1, 2026. Right now, I have no rent money.
I am applying for jobs every day. If I had a car I would drive for Uber, Lyft, or Door Dash. I can't even get minimum wage jobs. I submit applications and hear nothing.
I paid $1 to start a Shopify store to sell the book I wrote for on how small businesses can provide training for $27. I created my own ads but I can't afford to promote them so I haven't sold anything.
I pray all day every day. I know that God works everything for good for those who love the Lord ... and I do. Last month, God came through when a cousin, I hadn't spoken to in years paid my rent.
I know God is real. God is love. God is for me so no one can be against me. I know things will turn around. I need to trust in Him and His timing. I am staying the course even though right now He is silent.
My rent is officially late. I pray and I pray. I need help. I need $1375 (including the late fee). I have a job starting in a week but right now? I have no way to pay August rent. I will have an eviction on my record, lose my apartment and the furniture which was donated to me. I'll lose my dog.
This is a nightmare. I need help.
