Raise Me Up Foundation Inc.

My name is Jennifer, and I am homeless. I'll be 35 on May 14th. I have been on my own since I was 14 years old. here's my story I have a son I haven't seen in 13 years do to unexplainable reason he is now 18 on June 26th I don't want him seeing me homless he's not but I do work but very little side gigs I don't have a home and pandemic was just horrible for alot he's 7 hours away I can't even eat daily I am trying to raise funds to get a tiny home so he as well has a home to come home to as I'm trying to reunite with my son it being a blessing and a miracle as he recently contacted me I sit here in shock of how big he's grown but hurt do to so many years gone please help any thing helps it mean the world to us both. As I sit and write this I pray I can make my sons and I life a miracle and bring joy to my funding for a home.

I've been feeling emotionally tired-so deeply tired that even silence feels heavy. I cry when I'm alone, not because I want to be broken, but because I don't know how to pretend I'm whole anymore. I'm exhausted from showing up strong for everyone else while crumbling quietly inside. From carrying sadness, anger, and pain all at once. From letting those feelings twist into self-hate when I should be offering myself grace.Some days, it feels like I'm disappearing beneath the weight of it all. Like I might lose myself again-not because I want to-but because the burden never truly lifts. I used to try to understand everything. To make sense of people who hurt me. To find peace in things that only made me sadder. But now? I'm tired of being okay with what was never meant to be okay. I'm not okay. And I won't pretend I am.I'm tired of carrying a life that doesn't bring me joy. Of living in a world where my heart feels trapped under layers of misery I didn't ask for. But even now-even in this place of pain-I still deserve to heal. To speak my truth. To stop pretending everything is fine when it's not. Because emotional tiredness doesn't mean weakness. It means you've been surviving something too long. And sometimes... just staying alive through the storm is the bravest thing you can do.So I'm asking, please . In my situation, I have faced abuse, trauma, depression,
and
pain-things I never wanted to see, be around, or experience.every day I don't like being out here homeless. I'm asking for a tiny home. I just want to be alone,
with my daily routines reuniting beginning my journey knowing my boy it's sad I don't want
no one to use me or lie to me. I want a home full of love-a door to shut and lock, a facility where I can use a shower, a bed. I have been treated so
wrongly;
there's no excuse on anyone's part. I've seen how many people not care about 80% in my life that's sad.


Sadly,
I've never got to experience a normal life as I'd want to
.
I'm hoping that if anyone has any random acts of kindness, I'd be so
grateful.
It would bring tears of joy and fill my heart to prove that there are really people who care and who hear me and see me in the sadness and vulnerability I have due to the rape in my past. I'm a target, and it's sad. I want to experience happiness in a safe environment-a place to call home. I just want to go home.
Please can I see happiness? Please I have potential I'm still young.

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Thank you for your time.