Debt money collection.

Lately, life has felt like a storm I can’t seem to outrun. I’m burdened with a debt of 80,000 rupees, and the weight of it is pressing on my chest every waking moment. It’s not just a number—it’s a constant ache in my soul, a reminder that time is slipping and I’m struggling to keep up. Every day I wake up hoping for a miracle, but by night there'snothing. The deadline is next month, and that thought alone keeps me awake at night. It’s hard to focus on anything else when you feel like the walls are closing in. I’ve tried everything I could___

This isn’t about luxury or comfort—it’s survival. I’ve never been one to ask for help easily, but now I find myself with no choice but to reach out with a trembling heart, hoping someone will understand. It’s painful to feel like you’re drowning while the world moves on, unaware of the silent battles you fight. I carry this debt not just in my wallet, but in my spirit. And with every passing day, the fear of disappointing the people I owe and failing those who rely on me grows heavier. I don’t want sympathy—only a chance to breathe again. If there’s anyone out there who can lend a hand or even few hundreds, please know it would mean more than I could ever express. Sometimes, even the smallest kindness can reignite hope—and right now, hope is all I’m desperately holding on to.