Letter of distress

I'm writing to you today with everything I've got: my sincerity, my tiredness, but also my hope.

A few weeks ago, I was the victim of a violent attack. I suffered a fractured acetabulum, and I'm out of work for 90 days. Since then, everything has become complicated. I'm currently living with my ex-spouse, in a heavy and unstable situation. I have no home of my own, no income, not much money, no security. Every day is a struggle, I'm in a wheelchair and there's nothing I can do for myself. I'm writing this letter like a last bottle to the sea, because I need help.

Despite all this, I'm staying strong and keeping the faith. I'm a caring person, always looking out for others, with a heart full of projects. I dream of a gentler, fairer life. I want to rebuild, to bounce back, to offer a more stable future to my daughter and myself. But I can't do it alone.

I need support, a helping hand, however small. Financial or logistical help, a kind look, a helping hand... something to help me breathe a little, to lay the foundations of a new life. It's not easy to write these words, but it's necessary.

Thank you for taking the time to read me. I hope, deep down, that these words will touch someone.

With all due respect