Hello, I’m Chelsie. I thank you sincerely, anyone taking time to read this, even if no donation be made. I’d like to tell you about myself in a few sentences, and how I am not ok. I moved to Portland 18 yrs ago, as a hairdresser. Managed to become very good at it, as I’ve always been an artist and perfectionist. Meticulous to a fault.I thought I had it made. And to some extent I did. Because my craft was exquisite. Well, I only ever kept enough clients to get by, as I suffer extreme bouts of panic disorder, and borderline personality disorder, and major depressive disorder, along with fibromyalgia / arthritis, spinal stenosis in my upper vertebrae, mild bouts of diverticulitis and spastic colon . All really uncomfortable to say the least, and so I never bit off more than I could chew, as quality over quantity is and always will be who I am and what I do. I sit here in my rv freezing, with my 4 cats, and I remember better days and all the fake promises made by people who are no longer in my life or available to reach out to. Lawyers, drs, teachers, all of whom never skipped a beat when the Covid 19 pandemic hit, as far as income was concerned. And then there were the personal care industries like hair, massage specialist, and tattooers, left to fend for ourselves. I applied for loans but no luck. My credit being not up to par didn’t get me anywhere with that. My ex was secretly putting purchases under my name and personal info. And not paying them off. ( found out after break up with being hounded by debt collectors).I Asked clients and family to contribute , unsuccessful there too, and left feeling ashamed. I cry most everyday because of the sheer hopelessness and confusion on how to brave the winter as I wait to hear from disability. My 4 kitties, Daisie,18 suffers from renal failure, she’s a fluffy orange trouper I tell ya. I strive to be more like her. That cat has an iron will. Bella, 17, a curious and clumsy Bengal, Fizzie Mc Floof, 8yrs young, and Fantzie Bear, Jackson. She just turned 1. A fluffy tuxedo.( needs spay)keep me dingiest and hopeful that our lives will once again be stable. I had managed to save a humble amount in a Roth IRA and had to take it out early to live off of after Covid hit. I spent it all to pay rent and bills to keep my stylist chair, which I had to quit due to lack of traffic, as well as an apartment, that I was unexpectedly evicted from over an incident I had no recollection about whatsoever. Literally it feels like I’m living in quick sand, a bad dream that I can’t wake from. The apartment management company is trying to get 4000 bucks, when all I want is to be able to have a spot paid to park my rv and hook up to power for some heat and hot water. I am currently broken down and very cold in a parking lot where it ran out of gas. I can’t get to my clients homes to do their hair. My account balances are all at zero. I’m in no way proud to be sharing this either. I was a kept woman some may say. I had a 5.5 yr relationship with a very wealthy yet physically abusive guy, who’d nearly kill me when he drank too much. I was scared, so eventually I left. He hid his I’ll will toward me and the cats until boom, he’d be full of whisky and rage, punching me and pushing me to the ground. He was always really sorry. Anyway, this broke my spirit that someone I trusted could harm me like that. I have applied for disability and am told it can take up to a year to process. I don’t know what to do, and so I asked the universe and prayed, and it led me here. Once again, anything will help. Gloves would be awesome. Just trying to get me and kitties through these cold times.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, and if you feel inclined to help out, here’s my link. Many thanks https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/cknottheone