Dear whoever may be reading this:
My name is Jake, I’m a young man in my early 20s trying to make ends meet by myself. Due to a complex family history (my mother having died when I was eight and having been estranged from my alcoholic father) I used the last money to my name to accept a low-paid job in a foreign country. I can’t ask for help from my other relatives because they all have their own financial issues and the bureaucratic intrinsics of being a foreigner where I am mean I can’t accept employment in more than one place, nor can I be considered for any kind of credit or loan. I’m trying to make ends meet (afford food, rent, clothes and unexpected bills) completely by myself in a place where I feel neither at home nor accepted, and I’m that desperate that I’m having to ask for help here.
I’m constantly worried about how things are going to go further, I’m struggling to eat and none of the avenues of so-called “help” I’ve explored where I am are willing to/are able to help me. It seems to me that everywhere I look all I’m faced with are excuses and rejection, and the constant worry of what’s round the corner and how I’m going to survive is taking a toll on my health, which is something I’ve been advised to seek help for, but unfortunately – as won’t be any surprise to you reading this – I can’t afford the therapists who specialise in the kind of help that I need, and to be honest even if I had someone to talk to they wouldn’t be able to help me with the thing I really need help with, and that’s finally having enough money to give me some peace of mind about surviving the next day. Financial worries have unfortunately been an integral part of my upbringing, I come from a family with a history of money problems and promised myself growing up that I wouldn’t let myself become like them, but the situation I found myself in as an adolescent forced me from my home and I had to try everything to support myself and keep my head above water.
I wouldn’t wish this situation on my worst enemy, and I’m writing this plea in an almost blind faith in humanity having seen the worst that the human race has to offer that somebody out there may be kind enough to read this and help me in some shape or form. I can’t think of a specific amount that would make my worries disappear, and any amount, regardless of how big or small, would be immensely appreciated. I’m beyond desperate with a tear in my eye as I write this.
I’ve included a picture of myself from one of the few times in my life where I felt at ease, so you know this is a genuine plea. I beg you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.
PayPal link: paypal.me/jmyhill98