I lost my job unexpectedly (isn’t it almost always? hah) on 9/16.

I received one last paycheck, but it was short because I was out sick.

I’ve applied for unemployment, but may not get it because my last boss was an employment lawyer, and he’s cheap and will probably fight it.

I could really use some help for a time until I find new work, so I don’t lose my apartment and my car (in a city with infamously bad public transportation), and become a burden on my elderly parents, who are already assisting my sister and her 2 children.

I live pretty frugally. I have a cheap apartment, an economy car, and rarely eat out. Please do what you can for me and the kitties, and help us keep our home!

I try to be there for friends and strangers when I can…now it’s my turn to ask. I hope to find a new job soon, and be back in a position where I can be of service to others. All help is appreciated, even if it’s only a few bucks!

paypal.me/ShiraVonDoom

Dear Potential Donors,

Thank you for taking the time to read my request for help. I am currently living in my car because I’m unable to afford rent/food/furniture. I’m on a limited income which doesn’t allow me to eat some days. I’m requesting $10,000. I’ve lost everything. I don’t have any furniture, clothing, and I’m pretty sure because I’m unable to work, that an apartment manager will require more than first mo rent/deposit. I know you have a lot of people on here asking for your help. I’m no better than anyone else. I would just like for you to know, that I am a good person that has just fallen on hard times. I indeed to take your kindness and pay it forward.

https://www.paypal.me/CPHILLIPS445

Thank you for your consideration,

Christina

Hi. I am 45 years old. Have always tried to do the right thing. Throughout my life, I have Opened my house to many people in need. Being there for others is a great thing but when it’s you in need and having to ask, is altogether different. But I do need help. Let me explain…

for 24 years, I was a music director and praise & worship leader for a church. Loved every minute of it.  Once my Dad became sick, I had to help with him and a lot of planning for a career was put on hold. And I would do it all over again just to have a few more days with my Dad. He passed away 3yrs ago. In the meantime, my Mom became quite ill. So, I moved Out of my home and in with her. Took care of her for 3yrs until she passed, suddenly, last Nov. Needless to say, my whole world fell a part. I moved From Tn to Sc because of needing new scenery. Once here, I stayed with someone for a little while. It was supposed to be until I could get on my feet. With only a part time job, making $7.53 an hr, that was impossible. I finally have a job with a hotel. I’m a night auditor and though it’s not much money, I do Love my job. The problem is, it’s so expensive here. I need to get a car but can’t come up with a down payment. I’m driving my dads car but have to turn it into the dealership because it’s not in my name, tags are out, apartment complex is going to tow it, utilities are late, rent is almost due again, $840, I’m working all the time to try and stay afloat. The storage unit is due and has all of my parents treasures in it. I just Feel so overwhelmed. I cannot Completely grieve my Mother because I’m always having to turn some difficult corner. I have 2 little dogs that have been with me for 14yrs. They are ALL I have. I do Not know where else to turn. A shelter is impossible because I’m not giving up my puppies. I’ve lost way too much already. I also Don’t spend money. It’s only on the apartment, utilities and some food. No extras. I’m trying to do door dash but can’t now because my tags are out. My best-friend passed away 2 months before my Mom. It’s just all been way too much. Anxiety & depression is at an all time high and I need Help so I can get ahead.

If you can do anything at all, please help me? I don’t Drink, smoke or do drugs.

I just Want to live.

Thank you so much!

Paypal.Me/Shana707

I just got off parole for criminal trespassing im a recovering addict. I dont look so good on paper. Im a single mom, a survivor of narcissistic abuse i think. Two months ago my son and nephew were shot and my nephew was killed. My son survived but is paralyzed. The boys that did this are under age the defence is trying to get them tried as juveniles. Police report tells a story that has the same verbage the DHS case worker has that the caller (confidential) told the department on aug 20th. They came and interviewed my 8 year old without my knowledge and without my presence or permission without anyone there with him. From what my son told me and what dhs told me i have reason to believe that the defence is trying to raise reasonable doubt so they can get the boys that murdered my nephew charged as juveniles ( a reverse transfer). I cooperated until i found out the two stories were the same. I need $2500.00 for my lawyer. I need $1500.00 by Monday the 22nd of sept 2019. So my lawyer has at least a week to get the information he needs together for court on oct 1st. I have a nice bedroom set not sure what its worth but will sell it and everything else i own or am willing to work it off
I was just catching my breath been steadfast and have never given up. Im a good mom and im gonna lose my son if i dont have a good lawyer please help.

To get started, my name is Ashlyn. I am 24 years old and I am currently enrolled in the Los Angeles Recording School and attend full time. I’m originally from South Carolina and moved to Los Angeles to chase a life long dream of producing music. I also drive for lyft. I actually normally do this 60-75 hours a week while in school to be able to attend school and afford a place to live.

Recently my life has turned into a series of unfortunate events. My car was totaled, I have to park on the street at my apartment and I had to park on a corner after coming home late from work on a Saturday night. Another driver hit my car and completely totaled it. I couldn’t even open the doors to get my stuff out of it. But if you remember, I drive Lyft 60+ hours a week in order to be able to afford school and housing. So this hit me hard. My car was band new and unfortunately I owed more on it than the insurance was able to give me so I now have no way to actually make a living.

I have been applying to places all month to try to make up for it but I have to pay my rent or I won’t have a place to live after Sunday. I know I will probably have to crash on some friends couch this close to the dead line but hope to gain my own space soon.

Depending on how much money I can actually raise changes my outcome drastically. My real goal is to raise $15,000. If I can raise this I will be able to keep my apartment and get my car back so I can get back to work and stay in school. If I can’t raise this amount I will take the money I can raise and get on a plane and go back to South Carolina and use whatever extra money I have to live on until I can get a job back there. I would really hate dropping out of school and heading home but I have to be practical.

GOAL BREAK DOWN:

New car down payment and 1st month payment: $5k

Behind on rent + what I’ll need for rent before I’ll get a paycheck: $5k

What I owe this month and next month in Tuition: $400

Laptop/ equipment ruined in car: $4k

Food because I’m out of money completely: $200

I’m asking you to please donate or work out a payment plan with me for when I can work again. I am a girl trying to chase my dreams who happens to be really low on luck but I am not someone who waste opportunity. Thank you so much for your time and if you donate, there aren’t enough words to express how grateful I am to you.

PayPal: https://paypal.me/ashlynboom

Hello. My name is Jess and I’m in need of some help. My husband who is a retired army veteran and I just started a trucking company a few months ago. He has a pick-up truck and a trailer that he uses to haul 3 cars on. We kicked off this company back in April and unfortunately we have had some setbacks in trying to get this business going. Needless to say we probably have spent more money on trying to get this going than we have actually made. But the last two months have been horrible for us and now we are behind on our insurance. We owe for two months a total of $4806.37 and we have until Saturday, September 21^st to pay before we are cancelled. Now we did manage to come up with $3906 and we are still in need of $900.

A lot of people are probably thinking why don’t you cut your loses and move on? It’s hard for us because we already spent a lot of time and energy into this. We are both very determined young minorities that want to build a small and successful business for ourselves and our future kids. We have had some setbacks especially in the past week but even with that we are still determined to try and make this business work. Being a truck driver on the road is not easy especially when we are having to sleep in our truck to cut down on hotel stays. We take showers at a local planet fitness. We have been cutting back on what we eat and have been eating lots of sandwiches and noodles. We know owning a business is not easy and that the first year is the hardest and we are very determined to make it in this business because we know the potential and we just need a little more time to make the right connections.

This past week has been one of the most challenging weeks to date. It first started off with our business credit card and debit cards being stolen from us as we were trying to do a good deed and assist a man who needed help. We even gave him $20 that we really needed for ourselves to go and buy food and this man stole from us. He even proceeded to charge almost $300 on our credit card at CVS Pharmacy. Then to top it off one of our trailer tires came off and it wasn’t a fix that my husband could do so we had to reach out to a business that had roadside assistances and that set us back $900 which we planned on using for our insurance.

So if anyone can bless us with a donation we would greatly appreciate

paypal.me/JessTinner

Hello,

We are Miyah and Marcus, the M&M House. When we first got married, our debt was around 10K more than our annual income. Combined. We wanted a home and a family, but we knew we wanted to get out of debt first.

Let’s just say, our first year of marriage had other ideas. In that first year, we ate more soups and ramen than we ever would have liked to, had our only car broken into twice and wrecked once, brought a cheap clunker with a 2K loan, had three deaths in the family, quit smoking, cut out junk food (not because we were health nuts, but because we literally couldn’t afford candy), and had a medical emergency. Since we danced with the poverty level (and worked hard to improve our situation), we’ve never qualified for assistance or relief programs.

For our first two years, we lived in an apartment on the top floor of a drafty building above a bar/restaurant. The hallway always smelled of cigarette smoke, and you could often hear live music from slightly-past-their-prime rock bands on the bar patio while using the bathroom. It was small and smelly, but it was home. For two years, we budgeted, struggled, got jobs that paid us just above the poverty level, worked our behinds off, and moved into a house with a friend. We had paid off about 75-80% of our debt in two years, and we were proud.

We were no quite there yet, but it was a more comfortable spot on the journey…..until our housemate ran out on our contract 4 months into a year-long lease leaving us with a 1K monthly price tag (twice the amount of monthly rent due). Suddenly, we were back on the struggle bus. We set to work, pushing ourselves and boosting our credit score slowly but surely, until we pre-qualified for a house loan.

We were ecstatic! Our hard work was paying off. We imagined toasting glasses of root-beer in our new home and starting our family. We’ve collected and turned in our paperwork, but keeping up with monthly bills and saving for a down-payment has been strenuous. All we need is 4K by September 27, and we’ve got 1K in savings. We’re asking for help, person to person.

If you recognize being “too well off” for assistance and yet “too poor”, give a hand.

Miyah & Marcus

paypal.me/mandmhouse

Hello, my name name is Misty. I’m a wife of almost 17 years and a mother of 3 beautiful children ages 21, 16, and 10. (The youngest 2 are at home) My husband works at Volvo Trucks and has been there for over 21 years. We are a very close, loving family!! However of late we have had some tragic events take place. I have suffered 7 strokes, a heart attack and congestive heart failure among other things in the last 2 years. Due to overwhelming Dr bills and meds, even with good insurance we are struggling terribly! With one stroke I was air lifted, one 20 minute flight=$30,000! So far the insurance is not paying! My husband is working 7 days a week when they will let him but they are starting to cut back. With all of our other bills we are in real trouble! We do not have things such as internet, cable, etc.. Our children do not have electronics and phones or computers. My husband and I have a phone to keep in touch because of my health, we let them use them. They do not have many toys. Their clothes are not the “cool” clothes. Most are from the Goodwill. They are clean and not faded or ripped or anything, just not cool! I feel so bad for them because I feel like it’s my fault we can’t give them the things other kids have. Most weeks it’s a struggle to have enough food. We always manage but it’s never good, nutritious food like I’d like to give them. We can’t get any kind of assistance because we technically “make too much” which is VERY unfair!! Because they do not take into account what we are paying in medical bills plus all of our other bills and provide for our two children all on one income because I can not work. We have a 2012 car now that we are paying $500 a month for but we are getting ready to lose it. Then, I don’t know what we will do. We do not have public transportation to get my husband to work. We can NOT lose that job! Also, almost all of my teeth are broken and messed up due to chronic illness and medication.
I have to have surgery and have dentures made but our dental insurances is not great so I can’t yet. I’m terrified that my teeth will cause another heart attack or other problems! Last week I was stopped by the police for a bad inspection sticker.
The officer kindly informed me that my license is suspended due to no insurance because I let it lapse last month because I didn’t have the money to pay it
Now I have to pay the DMV $645 to get my license back and file an SR22 and get insurance which will go up!! My husband lost his license a couple of years ago for the same reason but he had to keep driving because I’d just had one of my strokes and was unable to drive, he got stopped again, now he has to wait to get it back, so I’m his only ride to work. I HAVE to take him or he will go to jail!! He is 45 years old, the only time in his entire life he’s been in trouble was over a suspended license due to no insurance and they sent him to jail for 10 days!!! It’s honestly just one thing after another!! We have worked hard ALL of our lives!! Never asking for anything! (I’m embarrassed to do this really) We don’t do drugs. We don’t drink at all. We don’t go out. We don’t buy anything unless it’s necessary except maybe a candy bar every now and then for my kids at the gas station. We really just need a break! Please understand I am NOT asking for a HANDOUT!! I will pay back ANY AND ALL of what I get!! I will sign whatever legal document you have!! We just need a break and to get straightened out. Please help us! Please! Or if you can’t please send us to someone that may be able to. And if you can’t do that, please just say a prayer for my family. Thank you for your time. If you have any questions just let me know! Thank you!
Pic is of my youngest and I just trying to have a bit of fun and be as happy as we can given the circumstances.

Paypal.me/marley012

Hello, I am recovering from open heart surgery and due to being unable to return to work and some complications from my surgery,  I have fallen behind in my bills, which include daily living expenses such as rent, food and utilities, as well as other bills.

I was born with a heart valve defect. As I grew into young adulthood, my heart problem required medication to keep my symptoms of heart valve disease under control.

As the years went along my heart condition required more frequent monitoring, medication, and periodic testing such as stress tests, ekg and echocardiogram tests.

Eventually, after a series of tests and consultations, my cardiologist referred me to a cardiac surgeon for further consultation and it was determined that it was time for me to have valve repair surgery.

The surgery was a success. I have had some complications here and there along the way during the recovery period.

Having open heart surgery is no joke. The recovery from it is difficult and very painful and it’s a long road back to excellent health.

As a result of having open heart surgery and subsequent complications, I have been unable to return to work and have therefore fallen behind financially.

I usually don’t like having to ask for help, especially money. However, my current situation leaves me no choice but to do so. Family and friends have helped as much as they can. I have gone to social services organizations and charities and have received limited help.

Still I am in great financial need, with medical bills left over from the surgery, rent, food , utilities, doctor visit co-pays, medicine, and other bills, it’s more than I can handle. I don’t have the resources to take care if all of this.

I am hoping that there are some kind-hearted people out there that will find it in their heart to help me.

I know there are a lot of scammers out there, especially on the internet. That makes it hard for people who need legitimate help to find it. I understand that. However, there are people who truly have legitimate needs. I am one of those people. My need for financial assistance is legitimate. I really did have open heart surgery (I have the scar to prove it) and I am in desperate need of financial help.

I will attach a few pictures showing me in the hospital, directly after surgery in the Cardiac ICU, and later sitting up in my room in the Cardiac ICU.

I am hoping someone will have kindness and compassion in their heart to help me. All donations will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you.

My PayPal link is:

paypal.me/de1964

So my tech friend recommended this site considering the situation I placed myself in. I was informed that overly nice people help complete strangers from all walks of life. So here I am. My name is Joseph and two years ago my girlfriend and I welcomed our beautiful baby girl into the world. The entire pregnancy we were planning and had everything set so when she arrived we could provide for her the very best that we could. As most sad stories go, all did not work out. The plan was to pay my mother in law weekly to watch the baby while we were at work but instead a month before the due date, my mother in law was offered a in home care position that she could not refuse. That left us with a month to figure out the new plan. After many visits to day care facilities we found out that it was out of our pay range to put her in day care. I had to put aside my desire to start an accredited school for app design and her desire to do online schooling to further her medical career and implement plan B. I had to resign from my position as an Optician to stay home with our baby. I figured I could get a “from home” position but that did not work out. I wasn’t worried because I have been frugal my whole adult life and I could use my savings when needed. Now the sad story. In April of this year my girlfriend and I woke up at 6 A.M. like any other day. She was out the door at 7 like usual and at 7:25 I received a phone call from her. She was on the side of the freeway with her car broke down. We got a few references and found a repair shop not too far from us and had it fixed. We got the car back almost 3 weeks and 1.4k later. 2 weeks later it was deja vu. Got a call shortly after my girlfriend left, had it towed and called the shop. Real stuff here, they were out of business. Turns out they pulled a quick fix and this time we need a complete rebuild or replacement motor. After making about a dozen phone calls I found and had an engine swap. We had no choice. At the moment I have an all time low in my bank account and bills are piling. We were both denied a loan and have no one to ask for help. I have already sold many things and had garage sales and then moved to a place that doesn’t have clean water just to try and keep up. The landlord is constantly busy and we were given a great deal on the place so fixes have been on my very limited knowledge of home repair and wallet. The funds received would go straight to bills and anything that exceeds will go to repairs and then possibly a used family vehicle we aren’t worried about everytime we pull out of the driveway. At this time I would like to thank anyone who viewed this and would like you to know that a lot more people out there need your help more then I do.

Paypal.me/matterson87

Hello. My name is Brianna. I am 20 years old and I am in need of some help.

Last month my mother ended up kicking me out of the house. She does not approve of my partner and hated the fact that I continued to help her. My partner, Dakota, has been homeless since late last year and had no other friends or family that could or wanted to help her in this time of need. I had asked my mom prior if she would be able to come live with us and of course my mom said no, so I offered my car as some kind of shelter because I felt awful knowing I was sleeping comfortably in a bed and she was out on the streets. She stayed in my car in secret for a few weeks until my mom found out. Instead of kicking her out like I thought, she welcomed her into our home and tried to get to know her but that didn’t last very long. She ended up kicking her out because she didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. Even though Dakota was working, we stayed to ourselves, we bought all of our own groceries. She didn’t want her in the house anymore. Again, I let her stay in my car.

When my mother found out this time, she was furious. She called me home to talk and ended up yelling at me and threatening me. When I tried to leave, telling her I will come back when she’s calmed down she refused to let me leave and tried to fist fight me. My siblings ended up calming her down, but in the end she kicked me out. I was in shock and it escalated so quickly. I never once thought my mother would lift a hand to fight me or even kick me out because she couldn’t support who I’m with. The next couple days after that she packed up all of my belongings and left them for me to come get. I have since been living in my car. But I need some help. I have part time job but it’s not even to to keep me afloat anymore. I only receive $300 to $400 biweekly, my car note is $284 and my insurance is $354. Before I was able to live off what ever was left but now I can’t. I have no where to shower, wash my clothes, even sleeping in the car has become uncomfortable because of all of our belongings are in the backseat and trunk. I can’t afford my car anymore, let alone the insurance. I’m scared I might end up getting my car repossessed.. I am asking for help now because I have no other family and I wasn’t the most popular so I don’t have any friends who can help me either.

I’m just trying to get back on my feet. My goal right now is finding a place to stay and pay off my car. Thank you so much for any donations. Anything helps at this point. Bless and thank you again.

PayPal.Me/missbriannamonii

I am asking for help for my children, not for myself.

I can’t imagine a situation in which I would actually ask for money for myself. It’s hard to believe it has come down to this. But, despite working every waking minute and selling anything that isn’t tied down, I need help.

I am the, completely sober and over-time working, mother of 4 children. I do not receive child support and due to my over time, I do not qualify for government benefits.

Aside from the considerable amount of debt I have acquired over the years trying to just stay afloat, in the last two weeks my car engine blew up and my phone quit working. I don’t have transportation and even if I had the money for uber, I don’t have any way to communicate or request a ride. I spend more a day just to be able to work then I make.

Even before the last couple week’s events, I have to find twice as much money as I make just to keep my children fed and under a roof. I am 3 months behind on car payments and I have to pay last month’s rent before I can even worry about this month’s. I have prided myself on mangaing despite the odds against me. But there is no room for pride and it has become an emergency.

I’m not asking for new things or a Disney vacation, my children know that I can not give them that and I am blessed that they are so understanding. The most I would even accept is the opportunity to get on my feet with a firm foundation underneath me. I want to be able just to get to work so that I can provide for my family.

I sincerely believe that the view from the top could never truely be appreciated without the firsthand perspective of rock bottom. I have the drive to climb out of this and hope that one day my children see how hard I worked and are proud of me. They are the reason I live and the reason failure isn’t an option.

I hope to pay it forward one day and be blessed with the ability to help someone who feels they have lost all hope.

https://paypal.me/CatharineFitzgerald

When I grow up I want to be a princess, the President, a Rockstar…. I dont recall ever hearing anyone dreaming to be a victim of domestic violence. Its shameful, its embarrassing, its humiliating. It is such a huge array of emotions resulting in confusion, self doubt, low self esteem. It is a constant drive to be better, to look better, make better decisions, be smarter, be more in tune with his immediate needs, knowing what he wants before he speaks, to constantly work for approval and love and never, ever being able to live up to the expectations put on you. You become worthless. A failure. Well that’s not entirely true. Just when you feel like giving up he rescues you from the deepest , most toxic part of yourself with just enough love to keep you hoping the worst is behind you.  Its like a honeymoon. You are so happy and elated, floating on cloud 9. Then just as quickly as he brought you back up he sends you plummeting back down even farther than before. This time the hurt is accompanied by guilt and confusion and anger. You start to doubt your sanity when he puts all the blame on you. You begin to believe that you have been ungrateful and unappreciative so you swear to yourself you will do better. You are a scavenger hunting for any small glimpse of the man you love.

You are alienated from your friends because he is uncomfortable with them for whatever reason. The takeover is so subtle and so easily excused. Then you become distant from your family.  You stop calling your sister or mom because you don’t want to tell them what he did..you don’t want them to dislike him. The last link to normal and to a world outside of this world you are now entangled in. His world. You are only in his world to please him. To meet every demand. Do not dare say no.
“Well its not like I punched you with my fist. You would be knocked out
Is that what you want? ” my cheek still stinging from the aftermath of his slap. I feel my eye starting to swell.
“Great.” I think to myself. “How am i gonna cover up another black eye ?”

The other day I tried to leave for the 100th time but I did it the wrong way. It was a dramatic exit in the middle of a fight. I ran out the front door. He chased me. I heard him coming. I stopped running and froze in fear hoping he would be more forgiving since I gave up. He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I was in shock at the severity of the attack and also terrified by the potential outcome of strangulation. “Please… Im sorry” my words barely audible because of the pressure around my throat.
He let go and grabbed onto my hair instead and lead me home.

How brazen and arrogant of him to attack me in the middle of the street in our neighborhood. Oh it didn’t matter any more what the neighbors saw. We were the subject of everyone’s gossip.

My children are staying with friends because my situation has become so volital I could not keep them with me and this monster I have invited into my life.

My plea to this site is to ask and pray for assistance to leave quietly and without incident. We don’t need to have anything fancy. Just a clean and decent place where we can be a family again without fear. A house of love and faith and peace.  I don’t ask for help ever. No-one knows my fear. But I am afraid for my future and my kids futures. They are teenage girls. Beautiful, smart and worth so much more than this. Thank you to all of you who read this to the end. Every dollar is a dollar closer to freedom.

So. Here’s my plea. I was hoping I would never have to do this. But I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been applying to jobs like crazy, and I am finally earning some small amounts of cash online working through freelance methods, but it’s not enough and I can’t survive on it yet. I am physically unable to do most labor, I stand to lose my ability to walk if I’m not careful according to the only Orthopedic doctor who’s believed me and run tests. I have a job, but it’s seasonal and unsteady.

I tried to go to college, I made it through a semester and a half, and I want to go back eventually if the freelance work I’m doing still can’t pay the bills, but the situation at hand not only made it nigh impossible, but a particular professor continuously contributed negatively to my mental health (Which has already been confirmed by multiple doctors and therapists to be disability-level, even though I am desperate to work.

Even on multiple, strong medications, in a wonderful work environment that I am blessed to have at the current job I have, simply functioning is in no uncertain terms, a miracle.) which in conjunction with my current situation and levels of stress, landed me in the hospital for a week and a half back in February. I am sick of this, to be quite honest. So, backstory.

I grew up in a confusing home. I never knew we were poor until I hit my teenage years and it truly hit home. My mom and dad worked almost paycheck to paycheck, never making enough to save, but we never felt it until my father lost the job he had had for 10 years one day after his original boss passed away and was replaced by a corporate manager because he refused to lie to a customer about a sale involving the customer. Even through this though, my Dad got a job relatively quickly and as children, we were never aware of the problem for long. Until I turned 14.

I had always known something was… wrong at home. Aside from the belt whippings that were merciless, which I was constantly assured were “normal” and “deserved” and “punishment”, the constant threats of beatings, the repeated threats to be given away to strangers or dropped off at “orphanages” or homeless shelters, the near-endless screaming and fighting, or the constant reminders from my father that we were, as girls specifically, expected to be quiet unless spoken to and were not to disobey any “orders” ever. Even if it interfered with our school work.

However, I never knew I was right until one day, during a birthday celebration for someone, I said something as a joke. I don’t even remember the joke. I just remember that it was something we repeated a lot, to begin with, yet My father got angry with this iteration, and took me, in front of family and friends, immediately to my parents’ bedroom and whipped me with a belt. Yes, it left marks. I vaguely remember being ordered not to have pants or underwear for the interaction, but I cannot remember the incident itself, I have blocked out a lot of the incident. Reminder I was 14. I was then forced to rejoin the “party” while visibly shaking and crying.

The family that was in attendance, save my mother and sisters, found nothing wrong with this or at the very least, never spoke up. The friends in attendance however, took notice. They asked me what happened, and they asked if it happened a lot. They asked if I was okay, to which I assured them I was, and then one asked if I wanted to call the police or child protective services. That was the first I realized that none of this was actually normal. It’s commonplace in some areas and socioeconomic classes, but it is not normal. I say normal. I mean appropriate.

This was not the beginning or end of this behavior out of either parent, however. I’ve been smacked, hit, punched, screamed at (both from afar and inches from my face), told I was useless, worthless, lazy, stupid, etc. all my life (I won’t say I was never called positive things, this is not true. However this kind of thing, especially when it switches consistently and often is a hallmark of mental and emotional abuse.)

In the years since reaching legal adulthood, the threats of these abuses have not subsided, especially from specific family members, they’ve just become infrequent. This is because when I turned 18, I started threatening legal and police action. That’s when it finally stopped being a daily occurrence, and when they finally stopped putting their hands on me.

I have had multiple jobs of different kinds in my adulthood. I’ve worked fast food, retail, grocery, factory, and office jobs. Some were better than others. But I know how to work, and I am diligent when I do so. I earn my keep when I can. Unfortunately, even at 25, my body is breaking, and quickly. Likely due to injuries I sustained as a teenager, my lower body often has insane amounts of nerve pain as well as pain in general, my legs fall out from under me if I stand for too long, and I cannot lift over 35 pounds without severe pain (technically I’ve been told not to lift over 15 pounds, and even that is supposed to be infrequent and only when necessary.) Walking hurts. Walking used to be the main method through which I traveled. I can no longer walk for more than 10 minutes without severe pain. Working one of my favorite jobs, in fact, had me in the emergency room 3 times in a six month period for steroid and muscle relaxer injections just to be able to walk. I refuse opioid pain medications. Addictive behavior runs in my family. My father is an alcoholic, as was my mother’s mother, and my mother’s brother was disabled yet also addicted to his pain medication (even though he needed it desperately, he abused it often.)

Through all of this, I have been in therapy for 5 years with the same wonderful and amazingly supportive and helpful therapist. I have been on medication that has helped, I have a job that I love and work when I can, I have made strides with my mental health, even according to my therapist and psychiatrist. (I never would have been able to apply to college, let alone survive a semester and a half. I got good grades even then. I was so happy and proud.) I had a 3-year relationship, and even though it has ended, we are still trying to be good friends to one another.

Unfortunately, I live with my father, and this has put many obstacles in my path, especially recently. My doctors in the hospital, my therapist, and my psychiatrist all believe and keep insisting that I should apply for disability, even with my improvements, before trying to go back to school, if I can. Earlier this year I tried to begin the process, I talked to my father about this and he promised he would support me until I could get it. Since then he has lost his job and refuses to apply for any work, even while I apply to everything I can. His reasons for this are 1) He hates the way corporate businesses work, and hates working for them. I provided him information on local shops looking for workers. He has not explored them. 2) My “failings as a woman.” 3) He is absolutely sure that when we become homeless, he will be able to find an Amish family in the countryside to take him in and let him work on their farm for room and board. Yes, this is verbatim.

All of this is compounded by my inability to drive legally. (I know how to drive, however, I am usually nervous and along with needing someone who can accompany while I practice both by law and to help me get used to driving, I needed at least 24 hours of driving experience spaced out over multiple days before I could get my own license, my father promised to help me with this. I never was able to receive my license before my father’s license was suspended for a DUI and operating a vehicle without insurance in the state of Ohio. He needs to pay almost $4000 before they will re-issue it.)

I have contacted a Pastor whom I think may be able to help and who I feel my father will listen to, even though It’s not what I believe because it’s what my father believes in. However nothing is a magic cure for any of this, and I am well aware.

TL;DR: My father is abusive and is struggling to cope with reality. I have nowhere else to go, and my disability application is being processed, and even if I am approved it could take anywhere from 3-5 years to get approval. I have multiple 5-year plans for true independence depending on which efforts I am making end up paying off. I cannot, however, do this alone with my current circumstances, and we are now facing homelessness for the 5th time in my life, this time with nowhere to go, and my father refuses to put in even a single job application.

Ideally, I would ask for a massive amount of money to help support myself for a year in our current apartment with the current bills necessary for me to keep working online. My rent is $695 a month (water and trash included). Electric bill ranges from ~$80 in the summer to ~$200 in the winter. My internet (not great but it works)  is $25 a month. I can eat alone on ~$400 a month, less when I make things from scratch (which I do whenever I can.) this is roughly $1320 a month or $15,840 a year. I would in an Ideal world, ask for a job that guaranteed $20,000 salary a year. If however, I could raise all of this for at least 2 years worth of funds ($40,000) I could have a good, trustworthy friend manage my money and expenses while I could push through and see to my application for disability (I have found some reputable lawyers in my area who would accept payment out of back-benefits who have a high success rate and short turn-over time.) Afterward, I would either re-enroll in school or survive long enough to see my freelancing truly pay off so that I would hopefully no longer need disability or other financial assistance. I will not ask for this, however. All I ask is that, if you can, you give what you can to my PayPal: paypal.me/princesslizzie94

I will remove this post as soon as I can ensure that I have a steady and secure source of income.

Many Blessings to you and yours, simply for taking the time to read this, thank you. Please. If nothing else, take this as an opportunity to learn how to love and persevere. Don’t hit your kids, and don’t make them feel worthless. Help them become functioning adults while you can and while they’re able. Please. And please. If you need help. Always ask. And always apply for social assistance when you need it if you can. Please. (The only reason we haven’t is that my father’s income must be counted on applications, and he refuses to provide any documentation, including his SSN. I know he has all of it, I’ve filed his taxes for him before. He simply refuses to provide it, and I fear if I tried to find it or somehow successfully used it, not only would it be potential grounds for fraud, but this man makes me legitimately fear for my own life, often, just for asking him to take out the trash.)

If you do end up giving: Thank you. For everything. You are part of the light at the end of the tunnel, and I appreciate your kindness, I could never thank you enough.

Over the past few years, there have been a lot of ups and downs. From engaged, employed, and working toward furthering my education… to 4 days from having nowhere to go, with zero in my bank account, no car, and a child to support.

I will spare you the depressing details, though I will be happy to share one-on-one if you’re interested.

I moved to a new state one year ago this month. I had a fiance, a car, and a new job. I was working toward something. Over the course of this year, I lost the fiance, and the car. It put me in a tough position to go from dual to single income on such short notice, but I did what I could to make it work. I was working 16 hour days, still barely getting by, but hopeful. Then a few more things sort of… unraveled.

As of today I have no job (company sold), no car, and 4 days to be out of my current residence (lease ended, not lack of payment), with no money to acquire housing, or transportation, and an 8 year old. Housing is first priority… however, a car is necessary to accept any job – I have had to turn down 5 so far due to lack of transportation.

And before you ask;

1. Yes I have thought about working from home – I even enrolled in online schooling. I still would need a place to live, with internet access, in order to make these things work.
2. I have already applied for child support, it is a long process.
3. Government assistance is not as readily available as you would think.
4. No, I don’t have friends and family that can help – if I did I definitely would not be on the internet asking for help!

I know God has a plan. I know good things are coming. I am intelligent, hard-working, and hopeful… but right now I just need help. I have tried everything, and now I am looking to you, whoever you are, to give me a boost so I can stand on my own two feet again. Thanks for reading  <3

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Hi everyone thank you for taking your time out to read my story. I’m not really sure where to start. My name is Rachel. I am a full time mommy of 3, a wife and caregiver! I have 3 beautiful children ages 5, 3, and 3. They are my world, my reason, my everything! They are the main reason I’m reaching out for your help! Which I appreciate greatly! I live and have always lived  in a tiny town smack dab in the middle of the USA. My parents also grew up here. Besides my babies and my husband. My mom and dad are my world. Well a big part of my world came crashing down about 7 years ago almost! It’s been a steady decline in certain areas since then! In 2011 I got the devastating news of my father who was in his early 50’s was diagnosed with dementia later on to be fully diagnosed with FTD (Frontal temporal dementia). Along with his diagnosis came a trickle effect of unfortunate circumstances! My dad was the financial rock for our family. Shorty after his diagnosis he was unable to work and drive. My mom picked up overtime to try to make up for it. She would work from 5-6 am to 10-11 pm everyday but Sunday only because they were closed. I at the time was working at a salon. I got my cosmetologist license in 2011. Well with the diagnosis of dementia my dad started to decline to the point of needing 24hr supervision. Which led to me ultimately giving up my career doing hair. I was the only one who could stop working and still have insurance thanks to my moms insurance. Started to become very forgetful of basically what was going on. He also very sadly became violent. I have been a Daddy’s girl since day 1! He was the most fun loving, playful, dad imaginable. Don’t get me wrong. We have never had money but childhood was so fun and memorable thanks to my amazing dad! Well not too long after my dad’s diagnosis my best friend, most favorite person I. The world died November 1st 2012. At the same time my grandma died we lost my childhood home to a foreclosure. My mom tried and I tried but the waiting period for my dad to get his disability was detrimental. So the crazy thing is. The day my grandma died I was in my childhood home by the time we had her funeral I was living in an apartment. I never grieved her the right way and I’m still paying for it. Well fast forward about 1 year to November 13th 2013 the day my life changed forever. I welcomed my brand new baby girl!! With welcoming my brand new baby came the crazy world I never ever thought I would be apart of the NICU!! My sweet baby came 7 weeks early being born at 33 weeks gestation exactly. Thanks to me failing her. I ended up with serve preeclampsia. They let her bake as long as they could before they induced me. Getting me to go into labor was a little difficult so I got 2 rounds of all the medicines. Everything went pretty smooth other then the epidural didn’t work that well. Well she was born @3:39 pm. I got to hold her tiny hand for a second before she was taken off to the NICU. Well @ about 8:30 pm I got to go see my baby for about 10 minutes! She was so tiny 3lbs and cute!! Well they wheeled me back to my room and got me all settled. About 30 minutes later i noticed I started to bleed a little heavier. Being a first time mom I was like I think this is norma. Thanks to my boyfriend at the time now husbands gut instinct to get the nurse he ultimately saves my life. I was actually starting to hemorrhage! I had every nurse in my room! It was the most indescribable feeling the world. I guess putter body like. It felt like slow motion and HD vision. There was one nurse up by my head checking vitals, another trying to get an IV ready for a blood transfusion, another nurse in the phone to the doctor. Another one stabbing me I. The leg with some kind of medicine to hopefully help. I have 2 other nurses at my feet collecting blood and weighing on the baby scale. I remember how they all worked well together but I could definitely feel the nervousness in the room. My husband standing by my side. Trying to keep me calm, rubbing my head, and he just kept saying it’s ok! It’s ok! Then the weirdest feeling in the world came. My grandma!! I could feel her next to me!! I knew she was in my room at the very moment and at that moment I looked at my husband and said I’m going to die! Well I didn’t instead the medicine shot into my leg started to work!! It stopped the bleeding!! I remember after it was all said and done I called my mom. I said I’m fine I just wanted to let you know I started to bleed but everything is good! She was at home asleep. She had basically been at the hospital for 7 days with me. So she was still half asleep and said do you need me to come up and I told her no it’s ok. Well the next day the actual Doctor made her appearance. By then my mom was back at the hospital. She walked in an said man did you have them nurses scared you were going to bleed to death last night. At this point my mom nor my husband realized the extent of the situation. We all cried at that point. I said well grandma came to save me not take me!! I went and seen my beautiful baby a little later! She was doing so good! She did have to have an iv for her first day or two I believe. I remember walking in the day and seeing this huge iv in the forehead of my sweet baby! Pretty devastating to see! Then they decided she needed a pic line instead because she kept pulling them out! That was nerve wrecking as well. After a couple of weeks of trying to regulate blood sugars and everything she kept moving up in the NICU milestones. After exactly 30 days she was released! With a few extra goodies like a heart monitor. Eventually all of that got better! Going through that as a new mom was extremely hard though on me emotionally. While she was still in the NICU they decided to put me on anti depressant to help with all the new emotions. Well that medicine ended up causing more harm then good. I eventually stopped taking it and just tried to deal with it on my own. Which for the most part was ok. Well fast forward a little I’m now home with my baby and dad. I was doing hair a couple days a week when my mom her husband was off to stay with my dad. Well in the hair industry it’s either go big or go home basically!! Well then my husband got this phone call. A phone call we have been dying for!! A great job opportunity considering no college and our location and good jobs are few and far between! I remember we were standing there talking about how this is it we are finally going to be set! Well so I thought. I though wow we can finally do this. You work full time, I will work full time and we can afford daycare finally and it actually be worth it money wise. Then my husband straight up said wait no we can’t. I said why not?? Then he said the words “Your dad” Slapped straight back to reality! See I have a brother but he wasn’t able to sacrifice his life and his wife well we  she is a, well we just won’t get into that one! Anyways fast forward a little further. Mind you my dad is steadily declining as time goes on. Which came with more violent tendencies and lots of other stuff that goes along with the dementia nightmare. Anyways here we are and it’s November again this time it’s 2015. I’m talking to my husband on the phone and I remember saying. Les I’m not gonna lie and I know this sounds crazy and I’m not even late but I’m pregnant! I could just tell!! Well I was right! Right and shocked.  Not going to lie I’m still trying to figure how this happened. I know what causes it but still thought I was preventing it. Wrong!! Well fast forward a few weeks. I am miserable! My belly was already getting big then I started feeling the baby! I told my mom this baby is huge I have definitely got to be further along. Some how my ob and her nurse practitioner both failed to get my first six week sonogram. So here I am at my 20 wk anatomy scan. I remember telling the technician I think I’m further along then we really think. I said I feel this baby in my ribs but on my bladder at the same time! Well she is doing her thing scanning my tummy looking at my new sweet baby who was a girl!!! Right when she is saying it’s a girl!! I said yay!! Is there just one baby or is she just and then boom another little head pops up on the screen. The technician literally jumped a little and said “ope” midwestern saying! I hit huge eyes and literally said OhSHIT!! I look over and my husband is smiling ear to ear! Then we find out Baby B is Boy!! Well being a previous NICU mom all my fears and PTSD from my first pregnancy all came back and with full force. My depression had basically settled for the most part! Except for my dad!! I am always sad about that! So everything is going ok! I’m seeing specialists and making sure I take all the right test needed to keep the twins safe! My stress level though is still through the rough! Then here it comes!! My mom basically called a family meeting to inform us she had been diagnosed with Stage 4 Non Hodgkins Lymphoma. Another devastating blow to the family. So during my pregnancy we would both have appointments at the same hospital. I would drop her off and help her get all set up for treatment then I would waddle my way over for my stress test and what not for the babies!! Still crazy to me! Well fast forward to now!! I know this has been long and if you’ve read this far thank you!! Here I am on here asking you for help??? We have been trying to get everything straight and worked out for us. It’s been a rough year to say the least. We have had to place my dad into a nursing home which has been so hard on everyone!! I never thought this is where we would be !! I didn’t realize such anger and violence came with dementia but it does! Just since my dad’s diagnosis he has been physical with my mom at least 4 times, me twice and my husband once! The last time he got violent was with my mom with a soy itching triggering him. I tried to pull him off of my mom and couldn’t. Mind you he was in the army and also very physically fit compared to my mom whom has arthritis all over her body, has had to a total knee replacement and has cancer. Now imagine being beat by the man you have lived your entire adult life  and to have on top of you pounding his fist into you. Or how about being 4, 2 and 2 seeing your papa beat the crap out of your granny and your mom screaming for help and calling 9911 trying her hardest to pull him off! Or see the cops show ups guns drawn at your papa and taken into police custody. He was not charged due to the unusual circumstances. Thankfully that would have made him progress. Even though my dad has done that. My family all knows he would have never done so other wise. I was never even spanked by him as a child. This disease is the devil!! So we had no other choice for our safety and his. Right now we are working on my husband and I’s credit though. So we can get a house ASAP!! We have been wasting our money renting. It has to be big enough for our family my mom and his parents his dad is sick with severe epilepsy. Right now I live across from my grandmas old house and it kills me! I see this whole new family making memories there and I just want to pull into her driveway and show off my babies!! I have paid off most creditors but 2. One of which needs disputed! We are in need of money!! We have both taken credit cards out and are paying them back but they are just expensive. I also have student loans. We are also in need of a newer car it has to have 3rd row though due to 3 kids and a mom who is currently taking chemo treatment again and my dad’s neurologist appointments that are in the next state over. I have a car it’s just seems to be going out. I’m trying to get ahead and every time I try I feel like I fail harder then the last!! My depression is full force back and doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. I am trying a new medicine and  I’m seeking help. I checked myself in once for in patient therapy and it that backfired bad! Last week though I went to a get help again!! Depression is definitely a tough war   To be battling and sometimes I feel like I’m loosing!! I know I’m not alone in this dark world of depression, anxiety, dementia and cancer!! It just feels like I’m really super stuck in a situation I don’t want to be stuck in it anymore! I know money doesn’t buy happiness but it pays for bills which when are paid on time and in full helps create peace and less stress! Thank you for all of your support!! I am forever grateful to whom that has taken their time to read this entire post. I could have made it short and sweet but I’m just trying to be hones! I’m trying to build an honest and safe life for my children! I have been poor since birth and I’m just over it!! I want better for my children! They deserve it!! I’m trying I’m just having no luck!! I don’t want to be stuck in this quick sand hole!! I thank you so much for your kindness!! Bless you all!

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To whom it may concern,

I, Danielle Moore generate this formal appeal today seeking assistance to afford a vehicle, therefore, I do not lose my position with my client & I may utilize the vehicle to live in. I am uncertain as to how much to request but, any running vehicle would suffice. I am beyond grateful for your generosity & I sincerely appreciate all your collaborations in offering a helping hand.
I am 33 years of age, I have never been married and I do not have children. I currently work one job, part-time as a PCA (personal care assistant) & I am attending school to become a certified Master Herbalist & Aromatherapist. I will be homeless in the next three weeks, as I am exiting out of an abusive relationship of five years. If I had a vehicle I will be able to keep my position, find a second opportunity, save money to find a place & in the meantime utilize the vehicle to temporarily live in.
I had been able to work by the help of my now ex-boyfriend and I was using one of his vehicles. I asked him if I could please still use a vehicle or buy one off of him or even trade my furniture for a vehicle (cost of the living room set is the same value of his 1999 Dodge Ram van, Zephyr). Naturally, he declined my continuance to use anything of his nor would he agree upon a trade. I explained to him I am moving out to literally nowhere, I am going to be homeless and the van I could live in. He does not care and is making the process of my departure much more difficult then it should be.
I have read that I need to provide proof of my current situation. I have to state that I did not once go to the hospital when I should have, I not once made reports to police. What I do have is dental records from last year when my teeth were knocked out. I also do have a handful of people who can write up statements in regards to the relationship I have been in. Once the police did show up at the house from a friend of mine who was worried and requested a wellness check on behalf of my safety because he was dragging me out the front door by my hair. My ex-boyfriend happened to go to school with one of the officers so nothing was reported on file and I did not tell the officers what was actually happening because I feel that only makes matters worse, which in turn it really did.
I also am living with my now ex-boyfriend in the house he rents. I am not on the lease nor do I get any mail here, as my he did not allow this. I could ask him if he is willing to write up his statement that I am truly moving out of his house by September 14th. I am uncertain if he would do this for me but, I am just letting it be stated beforehand.
I am moving out to no destination. I am utterly petrified of my future but, I can not live this life of abuse any longer. I used to work two jobs, I had my own car, my own apartment and I lived with my dog, cat, and turtle. I moved in with my boyfriend of two years in October 2016 and I have been living a nightmare ever since. In short, I have had a severe concussion, multiple black eyes, nose broken twice, my teeth knocked out and a fractured tailbone. I am afraid if I stayed my life would be at risk, for he can not control himself and it all happens for no reason at all, he just starts to go into rage fits. Nearly half of my belongings he destroyed smashing to pieces even each of the urns that held one my sisters’ ashes held and the other my best friends ashes.
I slowly had the domino effect once moving in with him, losing everything. I got into a car accident which totaled my car. I kept the car and was going to fix it with my ex-boyfriend’s help. The car still functioned normally I just needed a new bumper, fender, headlight housing, and windshield. In the end he declined to help. So I then donated that car and my older car both to Kars 4 Kids (I do have proof of these donations). I then lost both my positions and no longer had anything going for myself. I had a great opportunity at the beginning of the year working with the mentally disabled, I was able to use one of my ex-boyfriends vehicles to do so. I then was able to get my second job back working as a PCA for an MS patient. I had to resign from my full-time position because “it wasn’t working out” for my ex-boyfriend. He claimed he did not like the clients I oversaw because four out of six of them were males and that I also had male co-workers.
I decided I love myself more then anything and that I need to get out of this revolving door of abusive misery. I currently make a total of 400$ a month, about 100$ a moth will be paid for a storage unit, I am then left with 300$ which leaves me with not that much to live off of. The finances I had saved up I recently exhausted out from car rentals. I desperately need a vehicle as this will ensure I do not lose my client again and that I have a safe place to sleep at night. I know there are shelters I can go to if not and that if I do lose my job again my client would hire me back when I am finally mobile again.
I would greatly appreciate any help with acquiring a vehicle and I am so grateful just being able to apply for assistance, as this would truly save my life. I thank you tremendously.

Sincerely,

Danielle Moore.

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Hello. My family and I are behind on our propane bill. We got a call yesterday stating the are going to lock us out of our account. We have less than 5% left. Which would mean cold showers and no heat with it starting to get chilly outside at night. I have 4 children with my youngest getting ready to turn 2. I absolutely hate asking for help but I’m also in a timely manner of paying my home taxes so I can not afford the propane bill. I do work full time but things have been slow and I work on commission. I’m so embarrassed. I got into a motorcycle accident a few years ago and I feel like nothing has been the same since. School fees have came up, I needed new tires for my van…ect. I try not to let my kids know we are falling behind. Please help my family out. We owe 2448.37. I tried to post a pic of the bill but it says the file is to large. My paypal acct is toryandterry@yahoo.com

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hello, everyone, this is my story:

I lived in a dysfunctional family my whole life I was born as a man in a feminist family so they always told me I have to do every hard and dangerous task

i have been leaving with 3 girls my whole life (mother and 2 sisters) the problem lies in the treatment I had no judge I had no freedom I had no speech I couldn’t decide my partners I couldn’t decide when or with who to have sex I couldn’t do anything since I’m a kid. I don’t have freedom, I wished for freedom

they have treated me like a slave my whole life, every time since I’m a kid they taught me that men are evil and so I am, they have told me I cannot cry or feel pain and I shouldn’t contradict them not in the most stupid request. every time they want me to do something I do it, wishing for them to tell me I did good, I never had not even 1 good job but I always got your worthless (load rocks, dig, break wood clean the house cook, etc) the only thing I didn’t do was wash the clothes

to sum up some of the most horrible things they have done to me

they throw me the food that I made to my face. if they don’t like it

they always tell me I’m worthless and I don’t deserve anything

they always miss treat me every day physically

I had secretly a girlfriend they found out and made me finish with here so I did, later that day she committed suicide and I told them they laugh and tell me she was dumb and a bitch and she deserved so do i.

when I got bully in school they laugh at me and tell me that I deserve it for being a man they proceed to punch me and send me to get punch again

I was in a point that I was so sick i couldn’t breath they told me that I should stop exaggerating that a men don’t feel pain so I proceed to be like that 4 days in a fucking horrible pain until I couldn’t anymore and I collapse they didn’t call an ambulance, that was a standby that called the ambulance, they didn’t fucking care if I die.

but the worst part is that they made me finish my last girlfriend because she taught me to be self-dependent to THINK finally for my self TO desire A BETTER LIFE to believe that even if I’m a man I’m good

PRESENT:

I try to escape and they drug me and hit me with a stick and when I scream for help for police my sister start hitting herself to the wall saying if the police arrive I will tell them you hurt me

I manage to get up even if I was a little drug at 3 am and escape but I have nothing

anyone knows where I can get a job please I need a fast job anything I just need money I DONT WANT TO GO BACK THEIR GOING TO KILL ME

they told the police I disappear I’m so afraid I want just a calm life I don’t want to be a billionaire or recognize I just want TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE

so please someone tell me where I can get money

EDIT: I lived in Mexico, Veracruz.

my family its powerfull in this city and tend to bribe anyone, my mother is a medic, psychologist psychiatrist she told me that she was going to say i was crazy and was going to force me to stay forever with her, my sister is a lawyer (With power in Mexico) and she told me she could just bribe anyone if i went to demand them