Good Afternoon, I’m Tina. I’m 24 years old (Born in Michigan) and I am a regular everyday working woman. My life, like many, has not been easy, but it has grown me into a stronger young lady because of the trials and tribulations that I have overcome. I have always loved helping others in life. I have a loving mother, a wonderful father, and the best big brother in the world. and a wonderful best friend. To be honest I don’t think of myself enough. I find myself giving too much of myself, and not enough focus on my passions or even hobbies. Through my life here on this Earth so far, I have struggled through sickness, depression, anxiety, and the feeling of being “buried” in stress. I would like the opportunity to tell you about myself and who I am, if only just in this moment in time. I have worked since the age of 12 in Romulus, Michigan. At the age of 14, I was notified by my doctor that I would never be able to bear children because there was too much of a risk factor (either I would die, or the baby would when trying to give birth). I have had to process so much information like this at such a young age. I felt…incomplete for much of my life because of this; like a puzzle with pieces missing. I have learned of course through mourning and the process of life itself that things will be okay, even if I can’t do that. I was also rushed to the hospital at 14 in the middle of summer some months later because I fell asleep and stayed asleep for over 48 hours. I fell asleep on a Friday and did not awaken until Monday at 9AM. It terrified me. I was told by the physician that I had something called Hypothyroidism. My thyroid was so low that my body was slowly slipping into a coma, and with that, I was given medicine to help maintain a healthy thyroid as well as a healthy body all around. When I had first arrived, I was told I had the energy of a 90 year old man. I didn’t go out much, didn’t feel like doing anything because I was always so tired. After about 6 months of taking Levothyroxine 25mg daily, and shedding off over 100lbs. I feel a whole lot healthier and livelier. I now have the energy of my own age. It feels good to just keep up on eating healthy as well as trying my best to enjoy life. I lost a lot of the weight by running or jogging. I do enjoy cardio quite a bit to be honest. In July of 2015, my best friend told me that we had the opportunity to move to Texas because her job would move her there with the ability to continue working for her company at a Texas location. She has worked in the automotive industry for many years now. So, we started getting everything we could together and began getting ready to move. I now reside in Texas, where I still continue to do my best, working hard to follow my dreams. I moved to Texas on August 24th, 2015. I enjoyed the 9 hour trip down here with my best friend. It was truly an adventure. She works at a job making ends meet as well as myself. With what we both make, we just clear enough for an apartment, food, water, and electricity. The money the auto company gave was just enough to move down here; getting an apartment, and getting settled into a new state was of course left up to us. When we moved I was able to get a little inexpensive car but recently on June 23rd, 2017 my car’s engine overheated and now I have no vehicle. I work at a postal company, and right now and I am trying my hardest to save money to obtain the simply things in life. The car I had broke down and now my life has been slowly turning into a hellish nightmare. My daily routine is to go to work, pray for a ride home safe and sound, check the mail, cook dinner, work on paperwork from work, and then go to sleep to do it all over again. On my days off, one of my main hobbies is writing letters. I love getting letters in the mail from nice individuals (especially artists like myself). I have received letters from The Vatican, as well as Her Majesty the Queen. I don’t write anything usually big; to be honest I just like asking how everyone is doing or telling people Happy Birthday. I have loved writing, because it’s a way to express myself while getting to know other amazing people. Lately, I haven’t really had the postal stamps to write like I used to. I used to write to my lifelong dream subjects of all time: Sign Language Organizations. I have always dreamed of learning sign language; it is truly a beautiful language that I’ve always been fond of. In the past my family has always helped me to expand my talents; my mother is a bit of a creative woman herself which is where I feel I get my artistic pride from, and she also helped me with writing to express emotions better. It may seem simple, but I feel like it’s impossible to ever have that little dream come true with everything else going on the way it is. I of course need a car, a way to get extra hours at work, while making sure bills are paid on time, and at the end of the day all I would like is to have the ability to work on my dreams of obtaining a sign language degree. I would love a job where I could just help people in many ways for companies or even special projects. I’ve been told I’m incredibly organized and great at typing / secretarial work. But I feel that maybe I’m no longer important in this world. As I said, I’m just a regular everyday working woman. Who cares what I have to say? Sorry to say it, but much of what I have to say goes unheard in my everyday life. The job I work damages my body. I come home with bruises, foot pain, and back pain from constant moving of boxes, but it’s what I do to make money. I have had boxes hit me in the throat, chest, back, feet, and face so many times and I still go into work the next day. My best friend’s job is very straining on the body as well. With her hypertension and the massive heat here, she does whatever she can to stay cool and not irritate her blood pressure. December 23rd, 2015 I was in the hospital again overnight due to the horrid effects of Vertigo. Vertigo is a hellish nightmare that rears its ugly head whenever it feels like. You could get symptoms every day, every other month, or just whenever the body is under immense stress. The sensation of Vertigo is like spinning in an office chair without the ability to stop it even after you’ve gotten sick several times. There is no stationary treatment for vertigo other than hoping and praying that motion sickness pills help the problem at hand when it arises. I now do my best to treat my dizziness and symptoms with staying calmer and just being more prepared, but unfortunately, Vertigo can happen at any given time. No matter how many motion sickness pills, or nausea medications, each onset of Vertigo is different for every person diagnosed, so it can be minimal or very…very intense. All I can do is pray, and keep calm. At the end of the day that’s all you can do. I maintain a healthy lifestyle, and will continue to monitor my health and keep an open mind in this world as much as humanly possible. Not to mention I am anemic, and have been diagnosed with menorrhagia, dysmenorrhea, and cluster headaches in relation to my vertigo. With the hospital visits (including the recent visit on Easter of 2017) I owe $4,000 in medical bills. I feel like I can work even harder and pay these bills if I had a running, really trustworthy car. I need help because taking cabs every single day to get to work is diminishing the little money I have now. So, I know there has to be a thought in mind of “Why has this young lady told me all of this?” Well the answer is simple; I wanted to finally tell someone, anyone, about me while I have the chance to finally speak about myself and the little dreams I have. Yes, I still struggle with depression, bills, anxiety, and surviving, but it’s not like I have any money to fix my simple problems. I am trying to work hard and pay these things but I feel like no matter how hard I work I keep getting hourly cuts, using tons of money on using cabs and travel drivers to get to work and I don’t know what to do anymore. Some days even when I’m nauseated or sick from Vertigo I still have to go to work to make sure we don’t fall behind on any bills. When my mother or father back in Michigan ask me how everything is going I tell them I’m fine, because they have had pay cuts and I just don’t want them to worry about me. I don’t want my family to have to wake up and wonder if I’m okay. Sometimes, I want to just become invisible, or even no longer exist. I wonder to myself if maybe I should just die, so my debt of living won’t bother anyone. I feel like a waste of a person. I don’t think my luck will turn around. Maybe I’m supposed to be an example of what it means to mean nothing in life.