The People Who Eat Here

This page is for the people who are doing their best to get by in a country that keeps making that harder.

You are part of something bigger than a food line or a statistic. You are part of the record of what happens when a society forgets how to feed its own people.

You don’t owe anyone your story, but if you ever want to tell it, this is where you can.
No names. No emails. No sign-ins. Just truth.

You can write about what brought you to this point, what changed, or what broke. You can write about what it feels like to work every day and still fall short, to watch prices climb while help disappears, or to have to ask for something you never thought you would.

You can write about the good too. About neighbors who showed up. About what helped you get through the week. About what hope still looks like when everything else gives way.

These stories are not for pity. They are for proof. Proof that the systems meant to protect people have stopped doing their job, and that community is all that stands between survival and collapse.

Some stories may be shared publicly, always confidentially, so others can see what this looks like from your individual perspective. We ask you to write freely about what you’re going through. Some stories are painful, some are angry, and all of them are personal. We will never quote your words directly or share anything that could identify you. We want you to be able to write without worrying about how your words will be used. Profanity doesn’t bother us. Say it how you need to say it.

When we share what people write, we talk about the themes and patterns instead, so the truth still reaches others without taking your story out of your hands.

If you want to say something, say it. Your neighbors need to hear it. We know you have a lot to carry already, but these are unprecedented times, and writing can help lighten some of it.