Help me Stay in My Home

Tabitha Mason Start Date: Sep 7, 2024 - End Date: Jan 6, 2025
  • Leadership/Training Program
  • Professional Development
  • Vacation/Personal Trip
  • Las Vegas, NV, United States of America

My Travel Story

by: Tabitha Mason Start Date: Sep 7, 2024 - End Date: Jan 6, 2025
  • Leadership/Training Program
  • Professional Development
  • Vacation/Personal Trip
Life has taken me on a journey I never quite anticipated, and here I am, 39 years old, trying to find my footing in a world that often feels unsteady beneath me. My name is Tabitha, and I live just outside of town, in a place that’s a bit quieter, a bit removed from the hustle and bustle of city life. When I moved here, I was hoping for a fresh start, a place where I could catch my breath and rebuild. And in many ways, that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do.

I was let go from my  job back in July, and it’s been a challenge since. Starting over in a new place, with new people, has been harder than I thought. I’m grateful for my apartment, but it hasn’t been enough to keep the worries at bay, especially when it comes to paying rent. The bills keep coming, and despite my best efforts, I’m falling behind. It’s a constant source of stress, and some days it feels like I’m just treading water, trying to stay afloat.

The only real comfort I have is Bentley, my emotional support animal. Bentley isn’t just a dog; he’s my lifeline, my constant companion in a world that often feels lonely. He’s been with me through some of the toughest moments, always there with a wagging tail and those big, soulful eyes that seem to understand everything without a word needing to be spoken. Bentley has a way of grounding me, reminding me that I’m not alone, even when it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.

But as much as Bentley provides emotional support, he can’t help me with the financial strain I’m under. The truth is, I need help, and I’m not sure where to turn. I’ve always been someone who tries to handle things on my own, but this time, I’m realizing that I can’t do it alone. Asking for help doesn’t come easily to me, but I know I have to. The rent is due, and I’m short. I’m working hard, trying to make ends meet, but it’s just not enough.

Living out of town has its perks—it’s peaceful, and the slower pace suits me—but it also means that I’m a bit isolated. I don’t have a strong support system here, no family or close friends to lean on when things get tough. It’s just me and Bentley, and while he’s great at providing comfort, he can’t exactly chip in for the rent.

I’ve done everything to make every dollar count, but I’m at the point where I need a little help to get through this rough patch. I’m determined to make it work, to keep pushing forward, but I could really use some support right now. If I can just get through this month, I know I can keep moving in the right direction. Bentley and I just need a bit of a hand to keep our heads above water and to keep our home, the one place where we can feel safe and secure.
  • Las Vegas, NV, United States of America