Trying to rebuild as a mother, woman, and human — and I’m so tired.

Hi. I’m Rosie, 31. I lost my housing and job last year, and I’ve been living in my car with my dog and two cats ever since. I’m trying to work through DoorDash, stay safe, and fight to stay in my son’s life through a custody battle.

I’m still with my husband, but he hasn’t been kind. I’ve stayed because I don’t know where else to go. Tonight was another bad night. I sat at a desk crying, not because of the fight — but because I didn’t want to go back, and I did anyway.

I’m trying to find a reliable car to live and work out of so I can leave for good. Just… trying to hold on. I’m scared. I’m tired. But I’m not done.

If you’ve survived this — if you found a way through — how?