After my divorce, I was left with almost nothing—two bags of clothes, a failing phone, and no savings. The hardest loss wasn’t material, but the future I had once imagined. Emotionally drained and struggling to rebuild, I took every shift I could at a local diner just to survive.
Despite working long hours, I could barely cover basic expenses. One evening, I returned home to find a notice: my rent was overdue. I stood there realizing I had no options left—except one.
