Every day I wake up not knowing where me and my child will sleep next. As a single father, I try my best to stay strong, but the truth is… I’m tired. I’m overwhelmed. And I feel like I’m failing the one person who depends on me the most.

We’ve lost our home, our stability, and the sense of safety every child deserves. I do everything I can to hide the pain, to keep a brave face, to make sure my child still feels loved—but behind that smile is a father who feels broken. Watching my child go through this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure.

I never imagined life would come to this. I’ve tried to fix things on my own, but I’ve run out of options. I’m not asking for luxury—just a chance to give my child a safe place to sleep, a warm meal, and a small sense of normal again.

If you can find it in your heart to help us, even a little, it would mean more than I can put into words. I’m just a dad trying to hold on… trying not to lose everything.