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

Hi, my name is Jaime. I am in some hard times right now, I was diagnosed with a time of disorder that effects my autonomic system. I was working lots of different jobs before I got pregnant, including being an exotic dancer. After I had my son I had extreme postpartum depression and was terrified to leave him alone. At that same time I was in an abusive relationship. My son’s father would break me down every day and tell me how unworthy of love I was. I left the day he laid his hands on me and I never looked back. Now he is not apart of my son’s life, he had another child that I believe he left behind as well, and the child support office cannot find him. So as of recently due to extremely hard times, I went back to the adult entertainment industry because I will do anything to make sure my son is supported. Unfortunately, I began fainting, vomiting, my heart rate began to skyrocket for absolutely no reason, I felt like I was going to die my heart hurt so bad, daily. Not only that I’ve begun developing allergies to nearly everything it feels like, blood pools in my legs and feet often making them swollen. I have developed a type of neuropathy that makes a lot of my body feel painful to the touch, and my feet feel like they are on fire. Due to these issues dancing is nearly impossible. The physical stress is nearly unbearable, not to mention the mental toll it takes. But I get up every single day with my son, and I make sure he never knows that I am sick because he’s only 1, and his mommy is his whole world. I would never take that from him. I’m not saying I won’t work, I’m actively job searching for a job that isn’t so physical. Unfortunately that takes some time, which I do not have a lot of. I also plan to go back to school. I’m not a deadbeat parent, I’m not a bad person, and I truly just want something to help me and my son right now while I look for a job. We have bills, food needs, and of course diapers. Please consider us for your help, we could really use it.

Hello,

I feel so embarrassed and guilty to even be doing this but right now I am so stuck and I can’t see a way to get out. I am an artist and I feel like I have no workable skills yet. I’ve been abused as a child and have been working through it emotionally through self help books since I can’t afford a therapist and most therapists just try to hospitalize me which makes things worse for me money wise. I am half blind which makes driving near impossible, I tried to get a degree in college and was discriminated against for my anxiety and blindness, so I had to leave because it got to the point where there was death threats. Due to how my family was raised I got mixed up with an abusive boyfriend who beat the crap out of me and took all my money. I just started to do the healing work and am trying to apply to jobs but it’s so hard because I feel like all I’m doing all day is crying. I was never really taught how to take care of myself and learning that has been expensive. Last year  I was married and abandoned with rent as my now ex husband was cheating on me with his cousin, the divorce process was expensive and I had to pay for it, as he ghosted me, but if I didn’t he kept messing up my taxes. I know I can get through this but I want to be smart about it and I keep getting in worse  Financial  situations because I’m not taking the time to heal. My family is unhelpful and abusive, all my other friends are poor and I don’t want them knowing about this. I feel like I am running out of time and I do not want to die anymore or be put in any more bad situations. My paypal is Theadora.touchton@gmail.com, any cent helps. I’m so sorry to even request. I wish I could figure it out myself but I haven’t been able to yet. I am trying many different things and then I just run into a bad situations. I have eliminated a lot of toxic people from my life but now I am cleaning up the aftermath and I don’t want to be so stressed out I could die anymore. I want to live.

Greetings, gracious donors.
I wanted to thank you for giving me your time, and for letting me share my story.
I understand you have worked very hard to earn your money, and that you want to spend it wisely. It hurts me to have to ask this of anyone, let alone a stranger, but I am in dire need of some financial assistance, or I will be facing my imminent eviction come next week… I would be grateful and willing to work out some sort of repayment if you have any computer/cleric work that I can do remotely!
So here is a little bit about me, and why I believe I deserve to be helped:
My name is Meg. I am a 29 year old woman and on April 17, 2017, my world as I knew it stopped. The 30 year old man that I loved and had spent nearly 5 years with was pronounced dead by the team of doctors and nurses that led the grueling 45 min attempt to restart his heart. The day he died, everything in my world went black. I tried to carry on, some days better than others, but I just didn’t see the point of caring anymore. Who would? How was that fair?
I found vices in various things, but my 12 years experience of working in childcare and special education no longer brought me joy. I was still showing up to work, but I wasn’t really there. I found my passion in expressing myself through various art forms such as watercolor painting which I taught myself that winter, and photography that I had been learning for the last 2 decades. I was finding little moments each day to keep on going. But depression has gotten the better of me, and despite the therapy and medication, I am not happy. I have been trying to find a position away from being with children all day, but being my only form of experience my entire career, starting over is proving difficult. I am struggling every month to pay rent, buy groceries and cat food, make the gas and electric bill on time, and my car is out of commission with expired tags on top of it. I want to believe that things will get better, that things are happening because this is my path, my purpose in life is to feel this and experience this darkness, but it’s getting darker as my candle runs out of wick. So, if my savior is out there, or saviors, someone who can help me with anything, I will happily do so in exchange for my labor. As of now, my most in demand bills I need help with:
Rent: $895
SMUD: $189
PG&E: $76
Food: $200
Car: $1,500
My prescription for anti-anxiety medication is also no longer available to me which makes things harder, but short of a script or local doctor I don’t think you’re able to help with that!
Thank you for hearing me out, I am so grateful there are facets like this site available to assist the less fortunate like myself.
Please let me know what I can do to thank you, have a blessed week, and thank you for saving my life.

My name is Valerie, and I am a mom going to college getting my bachelor’s degree. I started in April 2018 and have maintained a 4.0 GPA the entire time! (very proud of that) Anyhow, I was working as a remote call agent where I was recently fired because I didn’t meet the required 10 appointments per week. I am job hunting like crazy but in the meantime my rent is due which is $603.00 and I have a PG & E bill that is $150.00. My phone is off as of a couple of days ago, that is $30.00 (I have the cheap plan!)

Soooo, what is my plan? Well, I have applied for welfare but it is not going to kick in before I get evicted. I will get a late fee on the 5th of August which is $50.00 and a 3-day pay or quit on the 6th. That is only being late for August. It’s not like I owe months, that is just the way this apartment complex runs things. (Winn Properties) I know I will get a job, I have faith in my ability to do that, I just don’t want this domino effect to happen that has already started. So, while looking for rent assistance online, I stumbled across this site and thought I would give it a shot. Honestly, I would love anything you could give because even the littlest amount is so greatly appreciated and very helpful! I know there are good people out there that help people…heck, I am one myself. I just need the favor this time. Thanks so incredibly much in advance. I will get through this! I am a happy, positive person. Thanks again!!

http://paypal.me/ValerieKimber

Hi my name is Colleen,

I’m stuck in a situation that I desperately want to get out of. I live at home with my parents whom have controlled me my entire life. My dad can be an angry drunk and my mom is a helicopter. Never any boundaries or respect for my space. Telling me I have no idea how the world works; that I’m going to fail and to just stay with them. On top of that I wanted to have my own family to love and cherish and not treat the same. So I met a man 6 years ago, and 2 years ago I married him.

He has a daughter that we have custody over and I have done everything to make sure she has better. He of course has depression; as do I, but he lets it get to him. I’ve decided to not have my own because our life isn’t stable enough to even try. He is always in and out of jobs. We all go to therapy which I pay for. As well as the medications, and insurance that covers most of it. I pay the dental insurance and bills, I pay for my car payments and gas. I pay for the other medical expenses. And on top of it my step daughter is starting braces.

I’m so tired of living paycheck to pay check never getting a break any more. I get payed but commission. I’ve racked up 2 credit cards that have way too high of an interest. Which I pay every month along with the cable internet bill for the whole house as my rent. Which to be honest is all I have left at the end of the month. I can’t really even afford food any more. I’ve resorted to coupons and money apps that give you nothing.

I’m trying to pay the one card down first which still has $5,700.76 and I want to cut that one up, since it has no rewards or cash back abilities. The other that has $7,554.91 on it gets cash back which I’ve already used to pay partly down. But again they have high interests so its like I get no where. I have a $1020.00 MRI bill and a $655.84 Dental bill.

I have tried to consolidate my debt. I also tried looking for loans that only wrecked my good credit. No one is willing to give me the help. So I’m at the end of my emotional rope. Just hoping some one would help me out. I hate begging but I wont ask my parents any more, when they hold it over my head and yet dont want me to leave. I’m honestly not sure I want to stay with my husband any more because I’m tired of the self-sabotaging as well. I’m mad that i missed a life of just taking care of myself.

Please help me just get out of this debt and into a position that I can start saving again to get me out of here. Just looking for $15,000 Thank you for your time.

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My name is Michael and this is my story so far . 20 years ago I moved to Johnson City TN with the Home Depot. I spent a total of 16 yrs with them. I met my wife Nancy while I was at work. We were married in 2002.  After a year she began showing signs of mental illness. After her grandmother passed she began to spiral. She is college educated and was very successful til then. She became unable to work due to her worsening condition. She has been diagnosed with severe social anxiety disorders. Recently she has become agoraphobic. I realized I couldn’t work so much and take care of her also. Subsequently I left home Depot in 2004 and found work at a local manufacturing company with a set schedule. I took a pay cut but managed to keep everything thing going until 3 yes ago.               I was at work and started blacking out. I went to the hospital and had to have a blood transfusion due to 6 bleeding ulcers. Also I was diagnosed with severe Crohn’s disease among other gastro problems. Incidentally my mother passed away from colon cancer 5 yrs earlier.  It was horrible to see. She also had Crohn’s but wasn’t diagnosed until it was too late. As a result I have to have colonoscopy and endoscopy procedures every year. I also couldn’t work. Doctors wouldn’t release me too go back to my job. So I applied for disability and received it 2 years ago.  I receive 1550.00 a month, much less than I was used to bringing home. I have a mortgage of 657.00 a month.  I’ll have it paid off in 4 years if I can hold out that long.    When you are disabled you are allowed to make a certain amount of money each year. I was doing small odd jobs around my town to keep us afloat but my disease has taken a turn for the worse and I am barely able to keep house and take care of my wife. I have paid my mortgage this month but without being able to do extra work I have found myself in dire straits. My electric bill is 190.00.  My water bill is 85.00. I’m also overdrawn 246.00 with my bank account.  I don’t have any family to speak of that could help me nor does my wife. I have 40 dollars for groceries to get us by til the 30th when we receive a check. We also have 8 rescued cats that my wife has accumulated over the years. We love them dearly. I have never asked for charity before but desperation overruled my pride. If someone could help me with 800.00 it would set things right and give me space to figure something out. I would be very grateful for any help.

Hi my name is Emilio Vargas and I have been going through a financial crisis these past 4 months. I need help I managed to keep a roof for my kids through family but everything is piling up. My wife and i are now separated and both are struggling. If it wasn’t for food stamps we wouldn’t be able to feed the kids. 😢 it’s so sad to see myself in this situation specially since we have to hide it from them. We just say it’s a temporary thing but we are just getting deeper and deeper in debt. I am now winning minimum and most of the time I sleep out in my car because of the limited space in the house. My car got broken into recently. It’s my only means of transportation is now giving up on me and will have to figure a way to take and pick up the kids from school on time since I have 15 minutes after work to pick them up I am stressing a lot. I don’t eat because of the stress and have lost around 25 pounds now. I hope this is all over soon. If I can just get my hands on a couple thousand dollars I can eliminate some debts and start getting back on track. All my payments were always on time and just started falling back on them now I get a lot of calls with threats and it just feels never ending. Please give my family and I some help. We use to be a happy family always together, and never thought something like this can happen but it did. I blew all my savings the first month when we were kicked out on motels, food and gas. The struggle is real and a bit too strong to handle. I have been having suicidal thoughts but I just think of my kids and get motivated to hang in there. I am doing it just for them. If it was just me in the streets that would have been Ok I wouldn’t mind but when they ask me when are we going back home, I break down because I have no idea what to tell them. Please touch your heart to help us out. We are really in need. Thank you so much for your attention.

https://www.paypal.me/em120513

Sincerely, Emilio V.

Hello, my name is Elizabeth and I’m an American citizen living in Tijuana. My father was deported in 2015, which left my mother struggling to pay a mortgage. She tried a loan modification but since Wells Fargo was the bank her mortgage was under, you can imagine how not so well that went. My mother and father lost their home in 2017, which left us all homeless, myself, mother, brother including his 5 kids and wife, and my two little brothers. At the time I was working as a pharmacy technician at CVS, unfortunately that didn’t last as long as I would have liked.

My supervisor moved me to another store which was farther away and at the time, transportation wasn’t available to me all the time causing me to be late and sometimes miss work. I was eventually terminated from my job. My aunt let my mom and little brothers move into her home, then a week later myself. All of our belongings were being kept in a storage unit. Until three months ago, I was able to pay the unit. We all moved to my dad’s home out here in Tijuana back in January.

It’s not too bad but being able to have a job on the other side and live here is sometimes overwhelming. I’ve had a hard time finding work and I’m about to have my storage auctioned. I haven’t told my mother because I know she doesn’t have the money and I don’t want to stress her out since she has leukemia and a bunch of other conditions. To bring my account back to current, I need $1,100. That is all I am asking for, nothing more. In fact, I don’t need the money myself, if possible, it can be taken to my storage facility and be paid there. I just really need it paid before august 27, 2019. Please if anyone can help, I would really appreciate it. I’ve tried getting personal loans all over the internet and all I get is denied. I hope someone can help me, thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you have a blessed day.

My Paypal is: paypal.me/sweetsneakerpoop

Hello everyone. I hope you all are doing well.

I met my boyfriend of now four years online, while I was living in Texas with my parents, and he was living in Georgia at the time. We talked and “dated” for a year and half before deciding that we finally wanted to meet. He drove all the way to Texas to visit me for about a week but he ended up staying, thanks to my parents that let him stay there. He got a job with a family member and was there for about six or seven months and then something came up with his parents in Georgia to which according to him, he had to move back and said that if I wanted to be with him I had to go with him because he didn’t want to be into a long distance relationship anymore. I loved him so of course I agreed to leave with him and we moved into his parents house. I struggled to find a job for a while and me not having my own transportation and him working out of state a lot was hard for me. After a while his mom helped me get a job where she worked and I rode with her to work for a while. Some time went by and he decided that he wanted to get me a car. He got it for me, under his name, for my birthday, after this things were easier for me, working wise. Some more time went by and out of nowhere he started acting different and talking about how I was a mistake and that he wanted me to leave. I discovered he was cheating and talking to other girls and that was why he was neglecting me. When he knew I found out he changed his ways, apologizing and saying that he didn’t want me to leave, this and that. I forgave him and we were good from then. Time goes by and he comes up with an excuse that I’m not doing anything with myself and that I’m always “angry and sad” (I have depression) he met me this way but I always tried to be happy. So because of that he didn’t want to be with me anymore and he was determined to take me back home to Texas, gave me a week to pack as little stuff as I could fit in the car so I could take with me and that week was hell for me emotionally. The day came and he took me but a few hours into the drive, he pulled over in Alabama and changed his mind, said he didn’t want to be without me and asked if I wanted to go back home with him, me foolishly said yes and we went back… not even two weeks after now he is doing it AGAIN saying that he just wants to be single for a while because I get “mad” at him for being out til five in the morning with his “friends” I’m sure he has other excuses but this time I agreed to him wanting me to leave. I already suffered enough and I’m over it. Tired of the way he has been. The problem is that I gave him all my last paycheck for car note and rent and I have no money left, he is not willing to drive me home to Texas this time and I have about a week and a half to leave. I need money to be able to ship boxes with some of my stuff to Texas, to get myself a plane ticket and Uber for when I go to the airport and when I get over there to be able to get home because I wont be able to have my car since it’s under his name. I don’t know what to do since I have nothing valuable to my name that I could sell to help myself out. If any of you could please help me out with anything it would be much appreciated. Anything helps.

Thank you so much in advance everyone.

https://www.paypal.me/MorbidEd

2 years ago, I wanted to die. I was struggling with the death of my best friend since childhood, as he was killed by a drunk driver at the age of 18. Not only that, but I was coming to terms with the fact that I was gay and my parents weren’t accepting. I have depression and anxiety disorders, I was being crushed with the weight of college, I was constantly self harming, and I had survived an abusive relationship where I was emotionally and sexually abused. I wanted everything to be over, but I stuck around. Instead of killing myself that day, I went and sought help at the local hospital. They put me on suicide watch in the psych ward and I got counseling, but they mostly just drugged me and sent me on my way 3 days later. However I determined that day that I was going to keep going. I had to. I wanted to see my future, and I am very glad I did. I have a beautiful 7 month old daughter and a wonderful partner. However, we don’t make much money. I took a few months off work because it was cheaper to stay home with the baby until we found an affordable babysitter. We finally did, and now I am finally about to start a job I am excited about. It still doesn’t pay a lot of money, but it will be enough. Unfortunately, that medical bill is catching up with me. It has been sent to collections and referred to a lawyer who I am afraid is going to sue me for it. This will result in a judgement against me and ruin my credit, garnish my wages, and put us in financial ruin. All I want to do is get this debt paid off before they try and take it to court, so we can start fresh. I never thought seeking help to stay alive would cost me the way it did. I am requesting only the amount of the bill, 2000 dollars in order to pay it off and get peace of mind for me and my family. I want to give my daughter the best future possible, and I know this will hurt our finances including when we try to get a house, etc. I will absolutely pay it forward once we are back on our feet. I am only asking for help because it is a time sensitive issue. Please, please help me secure my families financial stability and give us this chance and we will put that good back out into the world.

My paypal is PayPal.Me/alyssabunch4

Anything helps, I am so grateful for anyone able to provide my family with this opportunity. 2000 dollars is a lot to ask for, but it’s the price I had to pay to stay alive I suppose. I just need help for this emergency.