I honestly don’t know how I am to begin this, or even end it for that matter. But please bare with me as this is my reality and I apologize if this is a trigger for some.

As my title states I am a survivor of domestic violence. I was in an abusive relationship for the past five years. It didn’t start that way, but unfortunately it progressed from verbal and emotional abuse to financial abuse and physical violence.

I was 22 and living my life to its fullest when I happened upon a sweet, kind, and loving man who wanted to share his time and life with me. About six month into our relationship we started planning on marriage and children. We decided it would be financially smarter if we lived together and it would help solidify and grow our relationship. Things were wonderful; we had a lovely suburban home, two dogs, and I had just landed my dream job. Everything seemed to good to be true.
And it was.

It went from perfect to slowly a nightmare I was so blind to. I wasn’t allowed to hang out with my friends, or do simple things like go to the gym or grocery store without him or his permission. He began to “budget” for me. Taking 75% of my paycheck to “plan our future.” I was convinced my dream job was too taxing on me mentally and that I shouldn’t put so much stress on our relationship, so he begged me to quit. Which I did because he “could take care of us”. I am 5’8” and weighed 120lbs but was getting chunky, would never fit in my wedding dress and should have more control when it came to food, so he began to monitor what I was eating. We got married after a year. I’ll never forget the first day it got physically violent; it was our 1 month wedding anniversary, I was playing with the dog and happened to accidentally bump his arm as he was standing in the kitchen. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and slammed me into the wall, breaking the picture that was hanging with my head and told me next time I’d better be more aware of my surroundings.
From that day on the abuse just began to increase little by little, at one point I had to take a week off of work to heal the bruises on my face and neck from being thrown to the ground and strangled. He has broken two of my teeth, my right hand, various ribs, and would grab me or hit me to the point where no matter what the weather I was hiding behind long sleeves and baggy clothes.

After five year and  being laid off during COVID I was home all day every day, I began seeing more women speaking of domestic violence and other forms of assault. Finally one day I had had enough. While he was at work I packed up my belongings and was going to drive to my mothers which is 2,000 miles from where we live. I didn’t know he had cameras in the house. He came home from work 5 hours early, I ended up being hospitalized and put into a woman’s shelter and he is currently incarcerated waiting for his trial.

I have exceed the limit of days allowed to stay in the women’s shelter and beginning next week I will be homeless if I cant come up with something.

I don’t even know where to begin to ask for help but if you have made it this far in my story any help or prayers would be greatly appreciated.

Back in October 2019 and after two years of searching for the right phycologist, I had finally found the right person to help with my mental health and childhood trauma.

Prior to starting the service, I went to my Aetna website and searched for my doctor who appeared to be covered within my insurance. The doctor’s office also verified prior to scheduling an appointment and had confirmed that indeed my phycologist was covered.

After several months going to the appointments, my doctor told me my claims were not covered by the insurance. I called Aetna and expressed my concerns and made an appeal but ended up being denied.

I made so much progress while going to the doctor but things changed drastically for me after I was no longer able to follow up with my doctor and mental health.

Covid19 has made things worse and now I have this bill that I am unable to pay.

After all this happened, they are now in fact covering for my phycologist but deny to cover for previous claims. My phycologist won’t schedule any sessions until I pay the bill. I am so overwhelmed!

Any help is appreciated!

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Since Covid, it has been extremely harder to do everything in life . School, work, home life, family. It feels as if I cannot find anything that makes me happy or is fun. I suffer with MAJOR anxiety and depression (almost was convinced that I had agoraphobia – which is when you are so fearful that even leaving the house seems like an enormous draining task and is honestly scary and sad) Anyways, I’ve finally finally finally found a psychiatrist that has been working with me, letting me try various medications to see what can help me best, rather than just prescribing me something and saying ‘this will help’ ; then coming back month after month wondering when they are actually going to help you. When you can unclench your jaw, ease your shoulders, lay on your back and close your eyes without having a panic attack.

I finally, after 8,9 + years of taking various different antidepressants, anxiety, adhd, sleep medicine — where I couldn’t remember single pill names that had ever really helped me. Finally, I found a psychiatrist that let me be part of finding out what will work for me .

The only issue is my insurance won’t cover the prescriptions I need. I’m used to paying between $5-$10 for a prescription, and I almost started crying on the spot when the pharmacist said $597 and they had already tried to contact my insurance. I also gave them an extra RX card that wasn’t able to be used. I’ve lost my job partially due to COVID, partially due to me, myself and my own mental illnesses that I have been trying so hard to work on. I feel like I’ve gone nowhere, like this entire year of 2020 has been a dream and I’m just now waking up from it.

I feel like the right medication is going to going to give me a brand new start, or outlook on the rest of my life and I am trying extremely hard to stay positive and optimistic, but without active income the longer I wait the harder it feels.

If anyone could help out, At all, even a quarter. Like seriously it adds up and ANYTHING would help. This means literally the world to me. Like my entire life. I want to look forward to not feeling suicidal and only safe in my small 400 sq foot apartment.

Thank you for reading my story, even that I am appreciative of. I will continue to try to gather up money on my own/ calm my crazy and try to find a job but it’s never been this hard for me to do… Anyways, thank you in advance to anyone and everyone that donates even a penny. You’re making a bigger impact than you would ever think. I am always the one to be easy-going about money and sharing it with people , but as it usually works, those people aren’t around when you need them.

I would probably cry for a week if complete strangers helped me with this… like it’s pretty unbelievable but I thought… It’s worth a try, I don’t have much else to do!

Hello,

This is the last thing that I am wanting to do but I am desperate. I am thankful to anyone who will read my story.

On September 14, 2019 at about 10 pm I attempted suicide by overdose. I was about 15 minutes from dying before my mom found me and saved my life. I woke up in the hospital about 18 hours later.

Some background in what led up to this event. I have dealt with major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder since I was 8 years old. I was incredibly shy, had terrible social anxiety, and this resulted in not having many friends. I went through med after med, counselor after counselor and never found the help I needed. When I was 15 I got into a relationship with an extremely abusive guy. For 6 years I went through this because my depression told me no one else would ever love me. During this time I also suffered a miscarriage at 16. High school was hell for me. I would openly tell people how I was feeling because I was so desperate for help but instead of help, I was voted “drama queen” in my high school yearbook by my classmates. My depression got worse. I went off to college to get my art degree which was a good separation from the people who put em down so much. Here I was able to get away from my ex fiance and things started to look up. For a couple years I was okay but toward the end of college I fell into a dark hole. I was raped by a guy at a club when I was 22. This was the spark of my downfall. A year later I graduated and moved back home. Transitioning back to life with my parents was difficult and entering the “adult” world was terrifying. I luckily fell into a wonderful job working in a screen printing shop. I met some people where I lived and made quite a few friends. But, these people drink. By drink, I mean full on alcoholics. I was so desperate for friends that I fell right in with them and fell down the hole of being an alcoholic. So here I am, spiraling for about a year and a half. My depression and anxiety are just getting worse and worse and worse. No matter how much I cried and begged for help, there was no one. That night of September 14th, I wrecked my car into a tree due to low profile tires and worn out tread, it was the first major rainfall of the season and I slid straight into a tree and totaled my car. This was the final blow. I was done. The second I got back home I took all of my anti-anxiety, anti-depressants, and blood pressure medicine. I locked all the doors and laid down in bed. I was ready to be done. I was ready to be free. Somehow my mom just had a feeling that something was wrong and she got in. She saved me and I woke up in the hospital confused and angry. I said I wanted to leave and the doctors just let me get up and walk out. The state I was in, they should have never let me leave that hospital. If they would have kept me there, I could have had the help I needed quicker. Instead I struggled for almost 6 months. Wanting so badly to try to end my life again. But then, in March I met a guy. He made me feel like I have never felt before and he was willing to help me. He pushed for me to see more doctors and get the help I needed. I found the right medications and was able to start fixing my thought process. He encouraged me to be healthier and live a life I wanted to live. He saved me. Today I am happy and healthier but I still struggle with extreme social anxiety and get extremely overwhelmed/overstimulated easily.

The reason I need financial help: the suicide attempt and stress wrecked complete havoc on my body. I lost about 3/4 of my hair due to the shock to my body, my organs took a beat, and the medical bills have all added up. I feel like I am drowning. My mental state is still not the best and that mixed with covid makes it almost impossible for me to get a job. I try my best to do graphic design jobs here and there but it is barely enough to get me by. I need help. Please. Anything would help me. I would be so thankful and when I can afford to, I will pay it forward to someone else in need.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. <3

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Hi there.

So I am a mid-20 year old female, college student. Let me start you at the beginning of how everything happened.

Back in June of 2018, my dad, my best friend, suffered from a major cerebrum stroke putting him in the hospital. He was always the main provider for our family as an owner operator of a tractor trailer for a moving company. This stroke caused him to get a craniotomy because his brain began to swell, and into a coma for a week and a half. So this stroke caused so much damaged to not only his health, but the entire family. Since my dad was a driver, he had his stroke on the job.. in New Jersey while my mom, brother and I were home, in South Carolina. Of course when we found out, us three drove 11 hours to get to him. To be there for him. After a week, I decided to fly back home because we have two dogs and two cats, and I knew bills needed to be paid. So I didn’t want my parents to worry.

I came home and stayed home, while my mom and brother stayed with my dad and watched him recover little by little. Meaning, everything was on me. I paid the bills, took care of the house and 4 animals, by myself. As well as work full time, go to school full time, and try to take care of myself, and constantly wonder if my dad was going to fully pull through. All that for just a 21 year old was a lot. This whole situation caused my anxiety and stress levels to rise.

Come March 2019, that’s when I blacked out and ended up in the hospital. They did numerous tests on me to see why I would black out, only to come and find out that it’s from stress. The stress put me in the hospital. Meanwhile, in all of this with my dad, I was kicked off my parents’ health insurance. So that hospital bill was to be paid out of pocket. $2500 later, and I managed to pay 500 of it at least, but I’m greatly struggling and it’s going on a year and a half later without it being paid off. I can’t do this alone and I just need help. Of course due to the circumstances, I can’t ask my family for help so here I am. Asking a bunch of people that I don’t know to trust me and donate money to me so I can finally pay off this bill of mine from a time that I’m not too hipped on remembering. Please.

Sincerely and still-stressed out,

Kris

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