Life has a way of teaching us what truly matters — often in the most unexpected, humbling ways.
In recent months, I’ve found myself on a journey I never anticipated. What began as small discomforts quietly unfolded into a series of overwhelming challenges, each one requiring more strength, patience, and resilience than I thought I had. I’m still processing a lot of it — emotionally and physically — and while I’m not ready to share every detail publicly, I’ve reached a point where I need to do something I’ve always found hard: ask for help.
There are a few medical procedures I now urgently need. They’re not optional, and they come with costs that go far beyond my means. I’ve spent so much time trying to figure it out on my own — hoping, stretching, praying — but the truth is, I can’t do this alone.
If you’ve ever been in a place where the world feels like too much — where just getting through the day takes everything you’ve got — then you understand. I’m not looking for pity. I’m just hoping to be seen, to be met with compassion. Every single donation, no matter how small, is a lifeline. Every kind word or share reminds me that I’m not invisible. That people still care. That community can be real, even in the hardest seasons.
If you’re able to contribute — thank you. If all you can do is share this with someone else — thank you. And if you’re just reading this and holding space for me in your thoughts — thank you. That means the world too.
With all my heart,
A.
