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I'm Not Going Anywhere But I Hear Me Out

Charlene G Start Date: Jul 22, 2025 - End Date: Jul 21, 2026
  • Paris, France

My Travel Story

by: Charlene G Start Date: Jul 22, 2025 - End Date: Jul 21, 2026
this isn’t your usual travel fundraiser.
there’s no trip. no plane ticket. no big adventure waiting.


just me, stuck.
trying not to fall apart.


i’m not going anywhere.
i’m not packing bags or chasing dreams.
i’m just trying to survive the life i already have.
and right now, even that feels like too much.


i’m in debt.
i’m drained.
and every day feels like i’m trying to hold back a flood
with tired hands and not enough sleep.


still
almost every day, i hear a plane fly over.
and every time, i pause.


i wonder what it’s like to be one of those people

going somewhere.
starting over.
getting away.
or maybe just… resting.


they’re moving.
and i’m not.


lately, that sound doesn’t feel like freedom.

it feels like a reminder
of all the places i can’t go.
all the things i can’t fix.
at least not right now.


so no
this isn’t about travel.

this is about trying to breathe.
about asking for help without shame.
about needing a hand to keep from slipping any further.


i’m raising $1000.
not to take a vacation,
but to cover overdue bills.
to buy groceries without counting coins.
to ease a little of the pressure that’s been sitting on my chest for too long.

just enough to breathe.
to stop surviving hour by hour.
to maybe even dream again, someday.


i held on as long as i could.
i chased my dream with everything i had but i didn’t know chasing could leave you empty too.

energy.
time.
my peace.
my savings.


now i’m left with debt that didn’t exist before,
and a version of myself i barely recognize.

i used to live simply.
grinding each day just to get by.
no status.
no spotlight.
no expectations.

just food, sleep, and a bit of quiet.


i used to think that wasn’t enough.
now i think maybe it was everything.


i know stories like this are everywhere.
i know people are tired of hearing them.
i’m tired of living it, too.

but if you’ve read this far,
thank you.

and if you’re able to give anything
even just a few dollars

it might not feel like much to you,
but to me?

it could mean food on the table.
a breath without panic.
a day without dread.

i’m not asking for a plane ticket.
i’m just trying to leave rock bottom.
even just for a while.




  • Paris, France
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