Let me start this letter appreciating the fact that you are reading my cry for help, as all my hope resides in your hands now.
In October 2016, I was about to complete 1 year in a company where I provided technical support for tablets, mobile phones and computers. I had just recently been promoted to Senior Advisor and everything was going great!
As I was progressing with my career, I was progressing as well in my personal life: I had just recently moved to a new house, bought a cat, lots of plants and was living happily.
Life took a huge turn when two close loved ones had passed: my uncle and my grandmother.
I started crying in my workplace during calls, as customers were very rude sometimes and I was still emotionally unstable, causing my self esteem to diminish and, step by step, without noticing, depression kicked in.
I thought to myself: “clearly, no job at all is worth my health. I need to quit.”
At the time, I was earning around 700€ per month, which was great and more than enough for my expenses. I also had 1000€ saved in my bank account, so I was economically stable for a while, for at least two months.
I decided I needed something new, but couldn’t find the right job and I was sure I was good at what I did – communicating with people and helping them get through the difficulties electronic devices can present – so I thought maybe, since I had taken 2 months off, I would be fine applying for another callcenter.
I tried Transcom, which was a company that focused on sales. I spent two weeks on training, but then I quit as I felt that I wouldn’t enjoy pressuring people, and asking them to buy credit cards they don’t need, deceiving old people and many other unpleasant features, so I thought that technical support would suit me best. I contacted Vodafone at the time, got the job and started training. I felt great getting back to the world and learning new skills. The first time I heard a call though, next to an advisor, all these flashbacks from when I was working at the other company appeared. Two weeks later, I started skipping because I felt anxious and very insecure and I thought: If the previous job got me this stressed and was a callcenter too, why would this one be different? So I left. That was in February.
In March, I started having these allergies throughout my body, and the doctors didn’t know where it came from. It got so bad, it reached very sensitive areas of my body, so I was unable to stand or walk. The best position I could find was by laying down. I couldn’t afford the medication to treat this, as I wouldn’t have enough to pay the rent if I spent the money, so I went on to find a job anyway, hoping that I could endure it.
I was wrong. I’ve worked 3 days in a porcelain factory, and then I was fired because I had to skip, as I couldn’t stand the pain. Then, I went on to work in a factory that cuts meat, similar to a slaughterhouse. By the end of the 1st week, I was so itchy I couldn’t stand moving, and had to skip work as I couldn’t stand the pain, so they fired me as well.
In April, I had so little money left, I had to ask my parents for economic help, as I couldn’t pay the rent, food, nor meds. My parents helped me with food and with medication, so I am improving my condition. I have physical proof of the severe allergy I had, as I still have some marks left on my body; some are still pretty bad, but not enough to prevent me from working.
I already have a job to go to, in June, which is great as I feel better physically and mentally, but my parents can’t help me get by the rest of this month nor the next, as they have already given me all the help they could afford.
I will only get my next paycheck by the beginning of July, as I’ve been recovering and resting these last couple of months. However, I am running out of food, and I need to pay the rent that I owe this month – I had to make an agreement with my landlord, which is also a witness to all this – and the rent of June, which I must pay by the 8th of June.
All together, I need 500€ for rent, (250€ is what I spend each month) and 150€ will suffice for food, medication and transport (so I can go to work).
To get back on my feet and thrive once more is all I can hope for, now that I am feeling better. I can honestly say that no matter what challenges the future has for me, I will face them with the strength I gained throughout these months. Bad times do serve as great lessons.
So I am begging all that are seeing this post to find compassion in your hearts and extend your hands towards me so I can, with your help, get back on my feet and help others as well; I am begging you to give me the power I don’t have at the moment to fix my life, with the promise that I’ll keep doing what I do, to always help others; I am begging, at last, for all of you to open up your hearts to me, with the certainty that should you ever need my help in the future, I’ll be there with twice the strength I have now.
Forever and ever grateful to all, yours faithfully,