I never imagined I would be writing something like this. I never thought I would become a victim of a job scam — the kind that takes not just your money, but your peace, your dignity, your confidence, and your sense of safety. Losing $60,000 wasn’t just a financial loss. It was everything I had saved carefully, slowly, painfully, over years. It was the money meant for my new home, my renovation, and my children’s future comfort. It was the only safety net I had.
Right now, I am grieving. Not just grieving the money, but grieving the trust I lost, the time I spent, the hope I had placed in the job opportunity, and the belief that I was doing something good for my family. Every day, I replay the moment I realised it was a scam. The shock. The disbelief. The sinking feeling. The way my hands shook. The way I cried quietly because I didn’t want to scare my kids.
People often say, “Money can be earned back.” But they don’t see the real weight of what happened.
They don’t see the emotional damage, the sleepless nights, the fear of checking my bank balance, the humiliation when I have to explain what happened. They don’t see how hard it is to stay strong when, inside, I am breaking in ways I can’t even describe.
Right now, I need help.
I need financial help — although rebuilding $60,000 feels impossible on my own — also emotional help, practical help, and human understanding. I need people to understand that I’m not stupid, careless, or irresponsible. I was manipulated. Tricked by professionals who know exactly how to prey on hardworking people like me. I need someone to listen. I need support because every step feels heavy.
I’m a mother of 5 children trying to hold everything together. I’m trying to stay strong for my children, but the truth is I am exhausted. I am scared. I am grieving. I am hurting. If there is one thing I’ve learned from this, it is that healing requires more than time — it requires community, compassion, and real help. I am reaching out because I cannot carry this alone. I need support to rebuild what I lost, to stabilise my family again, and to slowly reclaim the sense of safety that was taken from me.