My name is Mary, I have been dealing with severe PTSD for basically my entire life. I only learned that is what is was, about ten years ago. I will try yo tell you about our needs and my story, though it is difficult to make it short.
I have been a full time mother for the last 18 years. I am currently living up a mountain 100% Off grid, with no power and no water with my two youngest sons and my husband. We landed here after financial issues and debt prevented us from the “first time home buyer’s” programs. We have had more financial hardship than ever anticipated since moving here. My husband found work but our vehicles all broke down. I have a small online shop for vintage items though it is not a booming business and all sales fell to zero after moving in oct. 2018. They have since picked up a little. There has been more isolation than we knew since moving here along with mental health issues with both adults. I have reached out repeatedly to law enforcement and domestic violence shelter, to step in when my husband goes off his medication and has “an episode” of verbal upheaval.
I dropped out of school in 9th grade after meeting my first husband. My mother allowed me to move in with him at age 15 because I had previously been a runaway on a regular basis. I was dealing with PTSD then and did not know.
My father and I were separated when I was one year old due to divorce. I was later abused verbally and physically in my mothers’ care. I always wanted to live with my dad. He finally said he was going to move close to us when I was ten years old. I was so happy, I thought I was going to be saved! The day after he arrived he and I were in a horrible car accident and a week later he died. I was severely injured. My father was killed because of complications in the crash due to his polio. He could not wear a shoulder seat belt and this damaged his heart when we hit a telephone pole at 50 mph. This happened in 1994 on Whidbey Island and is verifiable for anyone interested in the facts. My father could never walk his whole life. He was born in Mexico and he immigrated legally to the USA. He taught chess to school children and I loved him very much.
Two years after this happened my best friend was killed in a horrible car accident in Hawaii on Maui. Her name was Elan Shea Henderson and I miss her still.
I spent many years as an underground musician with my first husband. Playing clubs and bars long before I was 21 years old.
I used to think I could be a great writer as I loved to write poetry.
I made some money for a year between marriages as a freelance photographer. I took self portraits to get modeling jobs and people started offering me money to take their photos. This ended when I met my third and current husband. He was an extreme alcoholic when I met him. I followed suite though most of my life I have been a “social drinker”. We both quit drinking about 5 and a half years ago and have been focusing on making life better for our sons.
My husband began working as a wildland fire fighter last year, he caught the very end of the season. Currently he is waiting for his unemployment claim to get straightened out with all this covid -19 system overload going on. The IRS took half my tax return and all our stimulus checks to re-pay my husband’s past dues child support to another child. He got behind after moving and having vehicle issues and job loss/seasonal job. We are currently past due on five house payments for our owner contracted place. We do not know how we can have as bad of luck as we seem to have when we are trying so hard to give our sons a good place to be in the world.
We have been unable to do many upgrades to our off grid housing structure because we have had no money to get supplies. We live 25 miles from the closest gas station or grocery store. Luckily when I got part of my tax return we were able to buy a vehicle off craigslist for $1,400. and it is still running. We are so thankful to have it! The kids and I are no longer completely stranded up this mountain.
We moved into an unfinished structure with intent to finish it and we since found out it is not finish able due to mold in the ceiling and siding. We are trying to learn how to build other structures and recently built a cord wood bathhouse out of an old woodshed. The boys are very happy to have a nice place to bath. We do haul creek water up to underground tanks so we have to be careful with water. We hope to get money to locate water at some point.
I hope this letter reaches people with kindness in their hearts. I tried to write my football team and tell them how much football has meant to me and my family after quitting drinking and losing my father. (My father got me into sports because he owned several sports cards shops), the team page for Seahawks did read my message and did not respond. So I forwarded the message to Pete Carol. That letter was also read but no one ever responded, even after I messaged them and told them it was very hard for me to write them that letter and I just was hoping for a “keep your head up girl” response from my favorite football team. That would have meant a lot to me. They read all the letters and never responded. That made me feel really sad. Mostly because I wanted to tell them about my dad. My grandfather Sam Solis was a baseball coach in Mexico. … Now I am very off subject, if anyone wants to publish this into a book.. let me know ;)
My plea for money is for my children. So I can get them some basic supplies and possibly some supplies to better their living space.
I have given up all else in my life. I focus on my kids and trying to be a good mom. Inside I feel so scared and sad though I am so grateful to have my sons with me.
As I mentioned in my letter, we are currently 5 months behind on our house payments. We pay $704. per month, additionally we need funds to help improve the kids living space. We have no insulation upstairs and heavy winters. The mold is preventing us from finishing up the place.
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I misspelled “Daisy” on my paypal.me but that error is correct for donations.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. That means a lot to me.