Hey. My name is Kenes. I want to tell you my story about how and why I had to ask for your help.
Two weeks ago I buried my mom. She had a weak heart. She was only 61 years old.
She raised me and brother alone. She was a very kind person.
To arrange the funeral, I had to take a loan. And now, I have no choice but to ask for help.
My brother has two small children. He works on a construction site. His wife does not work and is engaged in raising children.
I work in the collection point for scrap metal. My monthly income now is 250-300 dollars (in our country, this is the average salary).
Half a year ago I was treated in a hospital with a diagnosis of depression.
My previous job was a taxi. But after being discharged from the hospital, the doctor recommended that I change my job.
Now I take medicine.
In addition to the loan, I have debts to the employer. He borrowed me money for the monument.
I do not feel strong enough to work two jobs or start a profitable business.
The cause of my illness was a road accident and a divorce from my wife due to housing problems. We could not afford to rent a good house or apartment. We lived in a crowded hostel. There was often no hot water. Very noisy and uncomfortable for a young couple. We could not have children, and this is another reason for our separation.
Now I live at work in a transport container equipped for housing. Once a week I go to the hostel to wash myself.
Because of the prescribed medication, I began to gain weight. For six months, recovered by 6 kilograms. But I eat less, I try to be economical.
I believe that I can pass this difficult period in my life and become what I was – a loving husband and a reliable brother and friend. Unfortunately, I will never be a son. Mom is not with us now.
Our biological father left us when my brother and I were children, and my mother was unemployed.
Now he is not a poor man by the standards of our country. He is corrupt and greedy. In our country, a very high level of corruption. Our father now has a wife who is 20 years younger. And she is the third after he left us and mom.
It is very difficult to live for a simple person. At the weekend we want to look at the sky, at the stars. But the reality is that we cannot straighten out due to everyday problems and stand upright free as free people. We constantly have to work so that later when we die looking at the sky without blinking eyes.
I cannot ask friends and acquaintances to help me, because they are the same as me.
My illness made me think about suicide. But I have to live to pay tribute to my mother. She always believed in justice and the right of a person to live freely and with dignity.
I openly ask you for help, even though it is not customary for us to ask strangers because it is considered bad form.
Everything can fit in three words – please help us.