I wanted to take a moment to share an update and express my heartfelt gratitude. Thanks to the incredible generosity of others, I was able to make my rent payment with a 24-hour extension. Your kindness made a huge difference, and I can't thank you enough for stepping in when I needed help.
The very next day, I received my paycheck, which allowed me to catch up on my electric and gas bills, pay for Uber rides, and grab some groceries. That support not only helped me get through last week but also left me with a little extra for other essentials, including transportation to and from work this week.
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Mosie and I had a few days where we could relax and practice some stress reduction. |
Tonight, I am waiting for a payment from an outside organization to be credited to my account. This organization helps with eviction prevention in our area and has served many families, working on the front lines of the rental crisis in Ada County. They have been an invaluable resource to me in my ongoing struggle, including evaluating my budget, which is very lean as it is. All the same, they did suggest at least one or two areas that I could cut back on, which isn't a lot. I also use a finance app that analyzes my spending, and the suggestion was the same. So, I knew they were spot on.
After the payment from this organization goes through (hopefully tomorrow), I will have two $500 payments left — one this week and one next week. As an aside, I make a meager $20/hour in my day job. Once these payments are made, I will be able to catch my breath a little before my rent is due again in April.
Anyway, today, I was expecting the payment to be credited to my account. Instead, I saw a late fee charge assessed to my account. All of this is so exhausting. Also, if you know anything about PTSD, this is a major trigger for me, so it is like re-experiencing a trauma. I experienced homelessness when I was younger, and this stresses me out. For people who don't understand, my PTSD is a result of things that happened to me... not because there is something wrong with me. Anyway, because of past experiences in my life, when things don't go right, it heightens my anxiety — a by-product of having PTSD. So, I am up late tonight anxiously awaiting for things to be done as planned.
I know I say it often, but I truly mean it — your kindness and encouragement continue to lift me up, and I am incredibly grateful. Thank you for being there when it mattered most.
I’m holding onto hope that things will fall into place as they need to. Every bit of progress reminds me that better days are possible, and I am praying they are on their way.
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