I grew up knowing what it meant to not have enough. Food insecurity was a constant presence—I learned early how to stretch what we had, make things last, and go without. My mother told me I'd grow up to be a doctor or famous author and make the family rich. For a long time, I believed carrying us out of poverty was my responsibility. As I got older, instability followed me. There were times I didn't know where my next meal would come from or whether I'd keep a roof over my head. I've relied on government programs, local aid, and people who showed up when I needed them. I learned to navigate systems that are confusing and often unkind—how to look for resources, ask for help in ten places until one says yes, and keep going even when pride tells you not to. Those experiences taught me resilience that's less about toughness and more about persistence and creativity. I know what it's like to survive instability, and I can help you find your way through it.