I’m going to put a few ideas on the table for your consideration.
If your relationship with your family is possible for a short duration; that’s the ideal step. With a caveat. You need a plan before you go there. So it’s clear for both you’re working towards a solution.
The easiest road is school. Most transfer deadlines haven’t occurred. I’d look for places that offer apartments for married students and those with families. Many have childcare and the costs for rent and daycare are added to your term bill. Your financial aid should cover most of it.
You’re eligible for independent status. That will increase your budget. Work study or part-time employment will provide extra income. Look at 4-year schools. You need stability and peace. This is easiest to do when the child is young.
Look at public and private schools. Including Christian ones. You can get the meal plan. That will lower your food costs. And summer classes would enable you to stay there year-round.
I’m recommending this for two reasons. It’s doable and minimizes isolation. You can focus on bettering yourself, raising the child, and healing. You need to be intentional about your major. In your shoes, I’d pursue nursing.
If I recall correctly, you’re a writer. If so, I’d capture my journey as a single mother with a blog. And tell your story. You’ll be surprised how many are going through the same and feel alone. That can develop into something bigger.
I wouldn’t get a place and rough it out. That works when you have a solid support network or the means to cover expenses. I did that and my mother offered to keep my daughter for me to finish school. But leaving her wasn’t an option and I gave up my dream school and eventually the career as well.
God had something else in mind. He worked through my circumstances and used them to strengthen me. He provided the right job, neighborhood, and experiences. But He wasn’t done. It was preparing me for things to come. I didn’t know it then. I couldn’t see this point and nor will you. Not yet.
I gave up Harvard. And He gave me London and Paris in return. I forsook medicine. He provided a business in its place. I expected 100 hour work weeks as a surgeon. But He brought me home and called me to fashion.
Honoring my commitments yielded a harvest I didn’t anticipate. Be faithful in motherhood. The story isn’t over. It’s just beginning. He’s woven His will through everything you’re enduring.
Today seems impossible. But it’s a moment. It doesn’t feel that way right now. All that’s required of you is one thing and one word.
‘Help’ and take His hand.
All things work together for our good. He knows the way forward. Trust Him.
~Bella