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My girlfriend and I are about to be homeless. Any help appreciated

Hi. my name is josh aged 23. my girflriend and i just recently were presented with a pretty daunting situation. things were going well up until now. we made ends meat, i worked and she stayed at home. she has a disability that does not allow her to work, so the responsibility is on me to support us financially. which i have been able to manage the last few years. neither of us have any support net to fall back on. my family are not the greatest people and do not keep in contact with me anymore since we decided to move states to try and find a better situation. my girlfriends mother is addicted to drugs with a father who is in prison. so needless to say. the stakes are high trying to make sure we have all our necessities together, because we do not have a safety net to fall back upon.

so about a month ago the resturant i had been working at and managing for the last few years closed its doors due to covid. the owner just could not support the restaurant financially anymore. so that left me looking for a new job. and no savings to fall back upon since we live paycheck to paycheck. we live in a small town where jobs are extremely limited. i have been searching for a new job but have not been able to find a single one. there were a couple job openings but i was denied due to some things that show up on my background check, from me getting into trouble when i was 18 and dumb.

only to make the situation worse. our apartment complex was bought out by a new owner. who is raising the rent 300 dollars a month. which i am not able to afford. so are going to have to find a new place to live. which is a problem. because i dont have a job and cannot afford a downpayment or first months rent. so we have just a few weeks, if that, left in this apartment. since we recieved an eviction notice already.
i am stuck, lost, no idea what to do.

the only option i think we have is going into a shelter until i can either find a job, or.. find a job. i do not know what we are going to do with our apartment full of belongings when we have to leave. maybe throw away what we can or try and sell and donate the rest.
ive always prided myself on my my ability to take care of us on my own.
but we have been placed into a situation which i dont think i can claw my way out of on my own. and being in a different state with no backup or safety net is only making this that much more difficult. i feel like i am failing at being a provider.

but here we are. i hate to ask for anything. but i have no other options at this point. if anyone can help us out. i am not asking anyone to pay our rent or send us large sums of money. i just know that we are going to have to tough it out for a while and im only asking for money for essentials like hygeine, food, clothes. that sort of thing.
i want to thank anyone who can help in advance. and pray to god that we can figure out a way out of this situation sooner than later.

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Please help a single mother

Hi, my name is Nicole, and I am a single mother of a wonderful 4-year-old daughter and a daughter of a wonderful 62-year-old mother who is disabled and lives with me. I am on here asking for donations and praying and hoping that some kind people can help me before I lose my car, house, and job. I am currently working as a store manager for a wireless company, but I only get $13 an hour plus commission. Before covid came around everything was fine and I was making enough sales to be able to afford my rent, car payment, insurance, and all other bills but unfortunately, we closed down for a little bit at the beginning of everything and that was the start of me falling behind. Ever since then I have been trying to play catch up and my bills are always late. I have managed up until here recently when sales have dropped lower than ever, and a few extra expenses came up. I have been looking for other jobs, but I live in a small town that has a population of less than 6,000 and almost all of them start at $10 or less an hour or a little more but will only hire for part time. I am currently working on my I.T. certificate by taking online classes and will be certified by the end of this year and plan on continuing until I get at least my associate degree but with my full-time job and daughter I only have enough time to take 2 classes at once so it’s a slow process. My amazing mother watches my daughter while I am at work and then I do all my schoolwork after she goes to bed as I already feel like I miss too much of her life with work and her going to her dads every weekend. The only assistance I receive is my daughter medical insurance, they say I am over the threshold by just a hundred dollars a month to receive any other sort of help. I also don’t receive any child support as he gets her “half time” and also makes even less than me. My mother does receive social security but after her car insurance, medical insurance, doctors’ bills, and medications there is not much left. I just wanted to take the time to explain my situation and how I got here to this point of needing about $2000 in the next week. I am about three months behind on my car payment which is about $1200 and if the repossess it I am out of a job as I work in the next town over that is 30 miles away and I am a month behind in rent which is $700. Thank you to all of you who have taken the time to read this, and I feel ashamed for even having to do this, but I have run out of options. Also thank you so much in advance to anyone who donates or shares!

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Feel like I’m drowning

Hi.
My name is Cory and I have nowhere else to turn. A little about me:
I got married super young to a guy who turned out to be very abusive in all ways possible. Ended up pregnant, had a baby, found my strength and finally left him. The hits kept coming when everything was in my name and I was now a single mom losing everything little by little. I lost my car, my house, my sanity. I have been trying to come back from this for years. Then my son was diagnosed with Asperger’s and Depression.
Life just kept coming at me like a freight train with no brakes. I have done all I can for my son. I have tried to give him a great life. Thankfully we were able to move in with my mom and she has been my savior.
This brings me up to date. I am trying to pay off my debts and move to a better area. I went back to school thinking that would help. The degree has gotten me nowhere and now I have that debt on top of the debt I was already having a hard time with. I am hoping that someone out there would be able to help us out a little. I do work 2 jobs and about 60 hours a week and I’ve been trying to pay down what I can, but between feeding my son, paying for much of the stuff he needs, and my regular bills, we aren’t left with much for me to pay down the other things. I am at my wits end and have nowhere else to turn. I’m trying to raise $10,000 to assist with paying down some of the things I need to pay to attempt to get back on top. I tried using credit cards (and this clearly was a mistake, but I didn’t know what else to do). I would be extremely grateful of any help and would forever be appreciative. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Between everything piling up and his medical issues I feel like the walls are getting closer and closer. I am just asking for a small bit of breathing room.

Thanks for reading my story and of you find it in your heart and are able to help, I’ll never be able to thank you enough.

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Surface Pressure

loan.PNGSome people may say and think that I have lived a semi charmed life. Growing up I had an older brother and two younger sisters; my parents were together, and they made it work for the most part. My family all grew up close and especially my sisters and I grew up inseparable and best friends. My senior year of high school the unimaginable in my perfect little life happened and my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was struggling in school and trying to finish strong so I could get into college to make my mom’s dreams come true for her kids. I worked hard, and before I graduated, I had secured a spot at the local college of UNH. My mom was able to attend my graduation and see me start my freshmen year of college. My mom had also gone into remission, and they had thought they had cured this for her.
At the end of the first semester my mom felt something was off and went for another look, they told her she had three weeks to live. She would be leaving behind my youngest sister who was only 12, the middle sister who was 15, myself at 18 and my brother at 20. Three weeks passed and she had lost her fight with cancer, and we had lost our whole world. My mom was the type of person who everyone adored, she lit up a room, made people feel welcomed and accepted, was creative, thoughtful, and incredible.
I knew my roll at this moment would change forever I quickly and fiercely swerved into the role of protector of my younger sisters as my brother was not there for us much. My dad started dating and within a year was married, never caring to put energy or focus into my younger siblings. The youngest of which was quickly spiraling out of control. She didn’t have proper guidance or therapy to deal with loss and turned to poor friend choices and rugs to cope. She went against my dad, and he took it personally and lashed back out. He sent her away to a girl’s home where she slowly started to lose all sense of sanity and hope for the world. I knew immediately I had to step in I had to do something. I knew I didn’t have the power to take her out, but I was there for her. While trying to work, attend college, full time, and put in the hour plus drive every other day to care for her I was no longer able to properly guide my own life.
I made it through college and graduated but with not much of a plan and a lot of debt. During this time my other sister had lived with me as well as she went through bad breakups and even divorce at young age. My youngest sister also had run away from one of the home and became pregnant. She decided to try and keep the baby. Shortly after the baby was born however her mental health declined and I took the baby in for her while she was admitted to the psych ward once again. We were all forced with the unbearably difficult decision to put the baby up for adoption. (To help we found an amazing family who love her more than anything, an open adoption and she is safe and cared for).
My sister was eventually able to live on her own. my middle sister graduated college and got a great job and is living so well with a husband and children.
I am struggling, I have not ever been able to pick up all my pieces that I let fall while I tried to save and keep my siblings together and from falling apart. I could never know if my choices were correct to sacrifice myself, but I can tell you I would never hesitate to do it again. Although I am not financially sound, I was safe, I was strong, and I could endure anything I needed to for my family and that is always.
I am currently facing divorce and have two amazing children of my own. My car won’t make it to my next inspection, and I have credit card debt due to medical and car bills. I need to be able to move out on my own, take care of my kids and move on to the next chapter of my life living for me and my kids.
I need this debt of my past to be gone, the debt I uncured to make everyone happy but myself. Right now, I am working in the Early Childhood Education field, and still giving back to children and families all that I can to help them start their lives strong and provide safe space for children who may not have that when they leave our Centers in the evening. I help our teachers who struggle in their daily lives, try to make this a place of love, light, support, family, and learning.
Please help me I am basically at the lowest and begging for help.
Sincerely,
Stephanie
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Requesting financial assistance during trying times….thank you

Hello,

I am requesting help to meet my monthly bills for one month only.  This would include mortgage, healthcare premium, utilties,etc.

Normally, I can meet my money obligations with a little bit to spare.  Unfortunately, the last couple months have found me taking care of the unscheduled emergencies of family and extended family.  This is do to a resurgence of Covid variant which has put some family members in the hospital and others at home and unable to work.  Having always been the one that family goes to for help, whether financially, mental well being or physical labor, once again I have stood up to do what is right by family.

I work full time as a contracted consultant in the technology world.  My plan was that I was regularly billing my clients for my work and their payment turnaround was generally 30 days.   As I am sub-contracting to other contractors up to the actual client, the firms I am contracted to above me in the path to the client have become delayed in their paying their invoices, resulting in my generally normal 30 day turnaround becoming 120 day or more.

In order to avoid coming to a generous community like this I have used my existing credit and even sold and/or pawned items of value to cover outstanding bills somewhat and continue to provide support when I can to family.

This crisis escalated in the last week when a step-child of mine, who has suffered life long chronic pain, decided that did not want to put themselves through the pain and daily struggles anymore.   I received a last text from them, and in a hurried speed limit breaking, traffic law disobeying race to their home,  was met by the local law enforcement agency a block away.  Was informed by the law enforcement agency that due to new department guidelines they were not able to pull up in front of  house and/or attempt to make direct contact with my step-child.  Their poliocy was for a “social worker” to reach out by mobile phone for up to the next 24 hours to contact my step-child to determine their status.

Mind you, my teenage grandson was in the house during this time and was only when law enforcement was ready for him, did they instruct him to leave the house and walk down to them.

This standby and do nothing lasted more than an hour, at which time law enforcement stated they had done all they were allowed to do, would continue to have the social worker attempt contact for the next 24 hours.  I was advised not to go to the house to avoid escalating the situation, but instead wait till next day to see is step-child was still “okay” as they put it…..in other words alive.

The second time I was told not to go to the house, I asked if I was breaking a law or would be arrested if I did.  I was told no I wouldn’t be, but there policy was to inform me not to go to house.

After law enforcement left and many prayers since the beginning of this ordeal, I slowly approached and entered the house.  I was eventually able to locate my step-child behind multiple closed doors, pistol in hand, nearly drained bottle of alcohol nearby, and thanks to the alcohol passed out.

I was able to secure the weapon, rouse them somewhat from their drunked stupor and being a long process of sobering them up….36+ hours later…  Then has begun the long process of getting them help, from contacting their employer to get excused time for “illness”, to getting them to ER to be evaluated and managing to get them set up for appointments, treatments, prescribed drugs for mental and physcial issues.  This has come at even more of a dollar cost to me as given that they had decided on this course of action a while ago, they had lipped the basic necessities of life, food, utility bills, mortgage, etc. fall behind.

As a result I am here, asking for your generous help to allow me to meet my somewhat delinquent obligations while await my client invoices being paid.   I have been in contact with my creditors, utility companies and others to make payment arrangements and deferred payments where possible, but some like health care premium and others grant little slack.

I am asking for help in the range of $5,000 to $10,000 which would at a minimum allow me to pay the most important bills that are behind first, continue my health care insurance, and the $10,000 would allow me to catch up more and have a little to spare to cover what comes next.

My goal is to once I receive payment on my outstanding client invoices I will pay forward the graciousness of this community to others.

The picture of the racoon, is the momma of a family of raccoons that I have befriended in my back yard and come visit during the evenings and nights to await being feed. Momma is about 5 years old and starting to show her signs of age, but still trusts me to hand feed and sit with her while she eats.

Thanking you all in advance for your taking the time to read this and for considering me in your giving.

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Need Help To Help Daughter

Hello,

 

I never thought I’d be on a site like this but I have no where to turn but strangers. I have a situation where my 6 year old Autistic Daughter is at risk of going to foster care due to her mom being arrested (lives in Indiana) after going to a party where someone put Visine in an alcoholic beverage during a party she threw. She later became belligerent and it was reported began attacking guests, as well as tried to choke her 9 year old after she had the guts to ask why her mom was behaving like this…

 

Because our daughter was in the home she was included in the CPS case. I was contacted by the CPS on behalf of my daughter last Friday and was told that if I could go get her she will be excluded from the case allowing her to avoid what may come next in the case. And being mom has had two previous cases, it’s honestly not looking good.

I have until the end of April to get my daughter from the temporary placement she’s in or I run risk of not having her in my life again. I’m honestly shocked, and grateful they are giving me this leeway to get things in order. I was told to acquire adequate space for AJ and I accomplished that. I have child care assistance lined up, as well as medical and temporarily getting food aid, all of which has been a humbling experience to say the least, but for my daughter- I’m biting bullets. I am working as a server and my employer is aware of the situation and is helping me in a non-monetary but motivational way like helping me figure out a schedule schedule so I can transport her to and from day care . I’m grateful for that as well.

In the midst of all of this I have tried to get people to help transport me to Indiana as I live in North Dakota. I was adopted myself and don’t know my biological family and the friends or I’m learning “so called friends” concerning my daughter have been very unsupportive. I have been unsuccessful at getting donaruins as most of the country isn’t doing so well.

That said, I am in need of $824. This is enough for me to get a suitable rental car, have gas to get to and from Indiana, as well as emergency money for a cheap hotel in case anything happens where we need rest, and $20 will be budgeted for food along the way.

I hope I’m not asking for much. I’m really trying to be modest understanding it hard for people to give anything these day let alone what I’m asking for.

This is personally important to me because I don’t want my baby in the system. Either way I appreciate your time, and thank you for even considering….

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Sincerely,

DreShawn

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Just want back home

Where to start, my girls and I moved to AZ for my partners job and we all fell in love with it there. My middle daughter has suffered with severe skin conditions her whole life and I myself have suffered with really bad allergies. Not only did we love it there but all of us also benefited in some form or another health wise.  I no longer had to deal with allergies that would lead to bronchitis or ear infections at times. My middle daughters skin conditions cleared up 90% of the way and became way more manageable. Everyone as great, until it wasn’t. My partner became a  mean drunk, started looking at and saying inappropriate things to my middle daughter, and wasn’t very nice my my youngest daughter. When I told him the relationship was not working and that I felt it wasn’t a healthy environment for the girls and I, well let’s just say we found our selves being kicked out of the house we rented and moved in together when we moved out to AZ. At this time Covid had cause the housing market to double in this area making it virtually impossible for us to get a place to live in there. We we’re forced to move 2,000 away where family and friends lived. Spent 4 1/2 months going from home to home and hotel to hotel. Putting in bids to purchase a home, well, all over. Finally one of my bids was accepted in an area we never lived in before, pensacola Florida.

So we bought a house and finally have our own place again. But the truth is we are all miserable in one way or another. My middle daughter chronic skin conditions have come back full force, her and I are dealing with different forms of depression because we miss home (AZ), my allergies are worse than ever, and most importantly my youngest daughter is suffering health issues. She has lost all her eye lashes and eyebrows, a patch of hair missing around her hair line, developed some kind of nervous tick thing she does with shaking her head, among some other internal health concerns. Many doctor visits and blood work, one of the doctors think it is stress/depression and her body is attacking it’s self due to this. I had no idea she was missing AZ and was that unhappy. I knew she had been though a lot this past year but she always “acted” like she was happy and okay. I would try to get her to open up and talk to me but always got the same answer, she is happy and likes living where we are now. The doctor started asking her questions about AZ and it took everything I had to not start crying, she finally opened up and just wants to go back to AZ. She misses the mountains, the weather, the wildlife, her school, her friends, and how nice everyone was there.

I know what I am wishful for would take a miracle, but you never know until you try. I’m hoping to get enough money so we can move back to AZ in the same neighborhood we use to live in. Now with that being said, this neighborhood isn’t some kind of richly rich type area, just your average medium income kind of area. The average house was costing around $250 in this neighborhood BEFORE covid. Now the average home is easily $450k. I am a single mother who does not receive child support and can not afford that. I’m hoping to get $200k to put down on purchasing a house in the area which will bring the mortgage loan down to an amount I would be able to afford and sell the current home we have now here in FL. Because I just bought this house about 6months ago, I will be lucky to be able to sell it and brake even on the deal. I’m not looking to get rich, make a buck, just to be able to move from one place into another.

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Trying to escape abusive life

Hello,

My name is Sara I am 27 years old and I need to escape from my current life. I suffer from mental health issues as well as some debilitating physical health diagnoses and some undiagnosed problems. I live with my “fiance” of now 10 years and I have suffered from emotional/mental abuse and some physical. He is a narcissist to the T.  A thoroughbred manipulator and womanizer. He cheated around our 5-year mark. He is an alcoholic and during the earlier years, he was addicted to cocaine and Xanax. In the beginning, he hid things well. I was 17 when I met him and I come from a very toxic family. I suffer from PTSD mostly from childhood trauma but also relationships including this one and have made it worse over the years. He knew from the very start that I had mental health issues and he took advantage of that knowledge with his narcissistic ways. I have PTSD, Bipolar, Severe Depression, and Anxiety. I was in counseling as a child but once I turned 18 and lost my insurance I was no longer able to go. But honestly, the people I have seen didn’t help me. My family put me through so much growing up. My mom is still a pain pill addict. My dad left when I was a baby. My grandma was an addict to many substances she died in 08. My great grandmother took care of me most of my life she was a good woman in a lot of ways but she helped play a role in making my life miserable. My mom is also mentally disabled and cannot work. She has never had enough money to care for a child off her SSI check. Bills wouldn’t get paid, little to any food, no transportation. Juvenile services got involved because I missed so much school. I hated going because I would smell sometimes and always had to wear the same clothes. I was bullied but no believed me. I bounced between my mom, ggrandmother, and an uncle’s home for years throughout this time as well as being sent off to behavior facilities and the detention center because I was made ot to be a bad child/adolescent. However, it wasn’t me it was them. My ggrandmother would lie to cover my mom and uncle’s behavior. I was drug out of bed at 2 am by my feet, thrown into a wall, then slammed into a recliner before being screamed at by my uncle who was drunk and high on meth saying I ruined his life. His wife left his right after they got custody of me but also he was accusing her of sleeping with their bosses son and more. They divorced 2 months after their 1 year anniversary and that’s when he went down hill for good. This happened maybe 3 months later. I told my grandmother, my therapist, my probation officer, my mom. My grandmother told them I was lying to cover for all the things I was supposedly doing so I wouldn’t get in trouble. Of course they didn’t. I begged them to emancipate me at 16 but all they tried to do was dump me in a center for unwanted teens. I went days without eating living with my uncle, DHS was called by another uncle but they closed the case. I ran away so many times because I wanted to free of them and to be happy. I was 2 months shy of 18 when I met my”fiance” I saw the opportunity of escaping. He seemed like everything I could’ve hoped for and he was for a good while but once we became serious his true colors started to show. Things were great for the first couple years. His family didn’t like me or his friends so that started pushing things downhill then he just turned. I have been called every name he could come up with. I have been degraded and torn down to my lowest. I have been physically assaulted but the mental abuse has been the absolute worse of my life. He has went as low as saying to me “The worst mistake you’ve ever made was not successfully killing yourself.” I do suffer from suicidal thoughts and I have attempted to taking my life twice, once being hospitalized and this was when we had just met and was friends at the time. I’ve had the urges multiple times over the years. I battle everything on my own, I have no one to trust, to rely on for anything. If I leave I would be jobless, carless, and homeless. I’m the 10 years being together he has done nothing to help me better myself in any way. He pays the bills and controls the money because its his. 10 years and I’m treated as a maid, secondhand. I’ve never been made a priority, he puts everything and everyone else before me. He refuses to be or take responsibility for anything. I manage the house, bills, shopping, chores, and every little thing in between. I am exhausted I have tried for years to find a way out. He was suppose to make life better for me as he put it but I just fell into a trap. I went from one bad living situation to another. Its hard to keep jobs with my issues both mental and physical since I am unable to regularly see the Dr.s I need and medications. I have no transportation, he works mon- fri waking up at 540 am and not getting home til 6pm. We live in the country where he made the solo decision to place us. Closest town is 20 minutes either way and I am stuck with no way to go anywhere until he gets home and only then am I allowed to pay the bills, shopping, etc. before everyone closes at 730- 8pm. Its just gotten to the point I feel numb anymore. I’m tired of giving my all and getting nothing to show for it. The cost of living I couldn’t afford flipping burgers at McDonalds. I have tried going back to school a few times so I could try to get a decent job but I couldn’t handle the stress from it. I’m honestly to my breaking point again, I have no hope left of living a better life. I feel cursed. I’m made to feel like a burden by him a lot too. I’ve been told how worthless I am. That I ‘m not worth having a home with or being married to and that why he says we aren’t married yet. 8 years of engagement.. I have never cried so much in my life than from being with him. I have mental breakdowns multiple times a week and multiple times in a day. Lately, it’s just to the point that I cannot continue this life and I fear that if I continue waiting for the changes that have been promised hundreds of times that I know will never come that I may end up to the point I hurt myself. There is so much I left out from family and relationships but this is the main of it. I believe being on my own at this point is what is best for me so I can focus on getting the help I need and being able to work and provide for myself because I have learned not to trust to anymore. I just need enough to get on my own feet. A car,  deposits for a place to stay, I have 4 broken teeth and 2 wisdom teeth needing removing, and just enough to help get me where I need to see Drs and have the ability to have a happy fulfilling life. If you help I swear I will be forever grateful and if things turn around possibly saving my life. Thank you in advance to anyone. GOD bless.

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Desperate triplet mom

ok I don’t know where to start really. I made some bad choices in life that pretty much started to affect every thing and everyone in my life in a very negative way. I’ll start from the beginning; I was married pretty young. I was 21 years old, we had just had our daughter in September when we decided to get married in December. With that said it lasted roughly 4 years until I discovered that my husband and my little sister had their own arrangements that didn’t lineup with what my idea of married life was suppose to be. I then choose to cut my losses and let them have each other. From there I met a guy who seemed to have everything in the world goin for him. He was sweet to me and my daughter really took to him. It could’ve been that he was just that approachable and likable from day one. Well, from there it was goin great or so I thought. I had a good-ish job I was getting my divorce and I had found another place that I could afford on my own. Which at the time is really what I needed. To prove to myself I could do it alone and didn’t need anyone to help never mind,  a lying, cheating, wanna be husband, jerk!  I was proud of myself for the first time in a really long time and things were starting to look up. When from out of nowhere, my new guy starts demanding my time and guilting me into spending everything on him. I poured so much from my own bucket to fill his and I didn’t realize I had gotten away from myself again. I lost my identity in this man and didn’t care. I would’ve followed him to the end of the earth and back a million times if he told me to. This went on for about 13 years. It got worse over the years and eventually turned into the worst domestic violence situation I had ever heard of or been part of. In the 13 years this man (I use that word very loosely)  wanted to have kids with me. I was so reluctant and didn’t want anymore kids I would do everything I could think of to not follow through with this request. I’m ashamed of most of that today and would never do anything like that again but I was scared to death I I’d be  stuck with this guy forever and I really didn’t want that. I got caught up in drugs trying to rid myself of the worthlessness feeing that he so ingrained in my head. I wanted to feel something.. anything really other than what he made me feel. This went on for about 6 years. I ended up getting pregnant and at that moment knew I had to get clean. I checked myself into a rehab center 600 miles away from home. I told the doctors that I didn’t want to be put on replacement drugs I just wanted to be clean for my babies sake. He told me that it would probably not come off anything because detoxing would be hard on the baby. I told him I had to take that chance I wouldn’t have a baby born addicted to anything I was on! He applauded me and agreed to help me. I was set for an ultrasound to listen to see how strong the babies heart beat was. The tech asked me jokingly how many babies are you having and I was like 1! How many do you see? And he started counting. Made it to 3 before I threatened him if he counted anymore and he stopped counting then. It took 2 weeks to verify that it was in deed triplet’s I  was carrying. Scared, alone and worried about living conditions back home and all the struggles I was fixing to face having triplets to now care for. I no longer wanted to be sober. However I didn’t succumb to my demons! I stayed strong and sober through out my ENTIRE pregnancy. I delivered 3 very healthy beautiful baby girls in October of 2012. From that point on the violence and danger just got worse at home. The girls were subjected to screaming fits of rage, throwing objects, they had to learn to cope with the worlds evil ways at a very young age. When they were about 4 I had finally had enough. I was scared for our lives at this point and willing to do what ever it took to free us of the bondage he had bestowed upon me. I was home one night and he decided he was coming over. I might add at this moment he was now on drugs very heavily and not in his right mind. Nonetheless he wasn’t suppose to be here I had a TPO on him. My brother invited him over here one night so they could get high and This only got worse from there. He was here I was in my room too scared to come out when I heard one of my kids in the hall way tell me that daddy’s coming and he’s mad I opened the door to let my kid in and was met with this 6’6 275lb guy in my face! (The father of the triplets) he was pushing his way in to get the other 2 and leave my home with my kids. I reacted and grabbed a knife that was close by and I swung as hard as I could to kill him. He blocked it . At the time I didn’t realize this and thought I just stabbed him through his rib cage I was blinded in the moments and not really sure of what was going on only that I was trying to protect my kids. Needless to say I left the house thinking the police were looking for me. My neighbor told me they never showed up. Turned out when you’re high on drugs so illegal satain wouldn’t be doing them then you don’t call the police. so I eventually went home. The next morning the power got turned off for lack of payment. I was on the phone (cell phone) making arrangements to get it resolved when I heard a heavy knock on my front door. I opened the door to see some of the country’s finest boys in blue on the other side of my threshold. My heart sank. He asked me to join him outside so I did. He then asked if he or his partner could go inside my home and look around. In fear of what they might find and see my kids there with no power I said no. Then they called back-up & demanded a warrant bc of the situation at hand was cut and dry, my children were exposed to some very harsh living conditions and abusive situation they never shouldn’t been around. Child protective services showed up. The detectives from very high up in the police tier showed up. Everyone had questions for me and  accusations. My so called family that was here living in my house wrote witness statements  against me saying I provoked him and instigated it. They took me to jail, took my kids and then my family (brother and sister) had my house basically to do with what they wanted. Long story short(er) I ended up getting out of jail 45 days later thinking I’d just go get my kids and go home. Boy was I wrong! I had to fight and prove myself worthy to have them back. My brother wouldn’t leave my house so I had to get a TPO on him also to get him out bc I didn’t have money for an evection AND since I was staying in jail this wasn’t my home anymore. I did it. Every single thing that The juvenile courts were demanding of me. I got into therapy & support groups & went religiously. I even started going to church. I found God. It took 18 months to get everything they wanted from me done but I didn’t it! I won my case, got the aggravated adult charge cleared, got my children back, my house back. Was doing really really good. That was 2 years ago! I changed my entire life for my kids! They deserve to have at least one parent in their life to show them they are worth the fight!! I love my kids more than oxygen and would gladly kill or lay down my life for them. The reason behind this long story is I have changed and am doing so much better but I’ve hit hard times. I have a job. I pay my bills but with the prices of everything going up so fast I’ve had to cut back on a lot of extra stuff that would  normally just been ok  too but. Like some shoes for the girls. Or shorts now that it’s warming up. I would’ve  taken them all shopping but I’ve found it very hard to do when I’m barely paying for gas in my car or the Internet bill. I’ve cut back on subscription’s that we were getting like Netflix and Disney bc it’s just a luxury I can’t afford anymore. I know it’s still a few months away but with the prices I never can tell how much I’ll be able to spare at the end of my check every week. I am in no way going to be able to buy then their school supplies or new school clothes before school starts in August I’m trying to raise up enough that I can in fact provide for my kids. I just need some help doing it this time. I’ve over come so much and actually getting back a decent life worth living and now it seems I’m being met with…. I don’t what the word I’m looking for is. It’s like every time I seem to be doing better I take about 15 steps back that just knocks me for a loop. I’m exhausted bc I work nonstop basically. and making peanuts for part at that! They don’t pay me enough.  after the jail sentence I lost my good paying job and had to start at the bottom again with another company. I haven’t gotten very far with the company with it only being 2 years. I’m in trouble here and need help. I don’t have family   to ask or friends. I keep a pretty simple quite life style bc it’s easier to keep my kids safe when there’s no one else around to hurt them. Idk it’s probably some deep seeded root at the bottom streaming from the domestic violence but I haven’t got that far in therapy. Please if you can find it in your heart to support us, or to help me support my kids..

I just want to be able to get them supplies for school and clothes for my girls. I’ll pay it forward to someone else when I’m able. 10 fold. I will be a blessing to someone one day, I just don’t know when or how right now. God has a plan for me & I’m sticking to it the best I can.. www.PayPal.com-@davinwigley

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Help to Keep My Best Puppy Pal Safe

His name is Cecil and he’s not just a roommate, he’s the best and only true friend I’ve ever had. He saved my life and is the reason I stay alive. I don’t deserve him as I am today, I need to get better. I’m currently facing 2-10 years in prison due to my own lack of self-control, under-treated Bipolar Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, PTSD and what feels like God’s unrelenting hate for me. My first step needs to be residing in a substance abuse treatment facility, which I fulfilled my court obligation to it, just not the personal obligation to stay sober. I’ve been admitted into 6 of them since June 2021, completed 1. With high hopes and plans for a better future, I reentered into a world that had not stopped for me, it had not changed so that I could realize any hope or plan I’d made. It was still full of the same snakes, the same demons and I was the same me. As with when I’d gone to the rehab before this one (I left after only 7 days due to overwhelming paranoia that Cecil was not ok and things at my house were not ok), I came home to find jewelry, that was cheap and not really pawnable but very special to me, was gone, belongings down to my mouthwash was gone, the smell of dead mice permeated my 3 bedroom, govt assisted apertment, dirty dishes. I’d trusted the ONE man who claimed to love me  to help me. Unfortunately, I had also trusted the sister of another “friend” to watch Cecil for me. It took a month and police intervention to get him back. The next stint in rehab (which I completed) cost my bank account to be depleted, my car to be trashed, my apartment floors were covered in mud, but Cecil appeared to be unharmed. it was disheartening to realize I really have no one to trust and I relapsed, failed probation drug tests and my p. o. is now refusing any good word to the judge, he told me go back to rehab. Before going again, Cecil’s life has been threatened by the ex who kept him  before. With these mental illnesses it’s hard to distinguish a threat from a simple hurtful word. Does he threaten to kill Cecil because he WILL or is it said just to hurt me and Cecil is in no danger? I can only take the safe route and keep Cecil away from him. I went back to rehab again and had the same overwhelming fear that Cecil was in danger and that my home was being robbed and left in under 24 hours. I got home at 1230am, Cecil had been alone since 830am the previous day. What if I hadn’t come home? Jewelry of my late grandmother’s was gone, money I needed for when I got out was gone. My solution to be able to go back and complete rehab and mental health treatment successfully will have to begin with putting Cecil up in a reputable kennel where I have no doubt he’ll be safe (a cousin owns the facility and it’s very nice for the low cost). His safety is a huge distraction. For the past 2 years I’ve worked as an escort. I find walking up to a complete strangers house easier for me than walking into the home of anyone who has ever claimed to have love for me. I’ve never had an inescapable bad experience with a client but I keep the mindset that bruises fade and God hates me too much to let me die but to have your sense of self, confidence, self esteem, every hope, wish, dream, happy plans for a wonderful future crushed and destroyed by the very people who raised you all while claiming love for you leaves huge scars that never go away. The wounds repeatedly resurface and remind me I’m nobody and I was created to only provide entertainment and to absorb the guilt, shame and hate of others so they can feel all the happiness and I get none. I need to find the me who deserves better, I know she exists somewhere. I don’t want to have to die to find her. Kenneling in my area ranges from $20-50 a day. The place I want him to stay at starts at $19 a day but he needs some shots before he can go. He’ll have a field to run in, make new friends, learn new things and be loved until I can come home a better person for him and hopefully my adult children will talk to me again. I can’t continue this life of uncertainty and although clients have for the most part been good to me, my luck is running out along with my freedom.

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Humbly Asking for Help

I am so many wonderful things – a step-mom, a partner, a sister, a daughter, a manager, a friend, a hard worker, a perfectionist, a fierce lover of people, a helper, a solution-seeker. Mostly I am imperfect. A work in progress. And I am finding myself in a really difficult financial situation that I don’t see a solution to right now.

I need help. And so I am humbling myself to ask for it.

After nearly 20 years in a career in a city I loved, I made the hard but exciting decision to move to the country. In the city I had two great jobs as a business and a  household manager (told you I work hard!), a decent apartment, some good friends, but a relatively small life. The (literally) small apartment, crowded commutes, noise and chaos and overall energy of the city had taken their toll. I went back to work last summer and it just wasn’t the same – COVID had stripped so much of the joy out of the work I did that I was struggling to find my happiness. I had saved a little money over the course of the last year (during the pandemic!) to give myself an emergency fund, enough to put a down payment on a car, and I felt more financially secure than I ever had in my life! So when the opportunity came for me to move with my partner and try something different, I jumped at it.

The transition hasn’t been easy. Within two weeks of moving my partner and I were in a car accident in his car. Insurance covered the repairs, but the car hasn’t been the same and is now unusable because there is a battery issue the mechanics can’t diagnose or fix. I did buy a used car, but it, too, has required additional work, which is adding up. We do have good people in our lives who have helped – a friend who let us borrow his truck, and a parent who gave us a used car they no longer needed. We are lucky in a lot of ways.

But I’m still in debt. My new job is wonderful. The pay, however,  is nowhere near what I was making before. I was unable to keep the part time gig, and despite looking I haven’t found anything similar where I live now. I have student loan debt that I am diligently and slowly paying back every month. I owe back rent due to being unemployed during the beginning of the pandemic, and while my landlord has been amazing and I pay him as much as I can, I am so incredibly ashamed of the amount of money I still owe him. My partner is an artist and didn’t work for nearly two years because of the pandemic, too. Financially I’ve taken on the responsibility for both of us, and while things are getting a little closer to “normal” in the world, I feel like I’m drowning.

For the sake of transparency, I have applied for Emergency Rental Assistance, but funds in my state are all but depleted. If more federal funds become available and my application is approved, the money will go directly to my landlord.

I know I will find the solution. I am a hard worker. I am determined. I am not the first nor the last person to face financial insecurity or debt. But right now I need a little help. $50 means gas to get to work. $200 means groceries for the month. $1000 means getting the car fixed. $3000 means paying off credit cards. $10,000 means paying back rent. $15,000 means paying off student loans. A little to someone out there means everything to me.

A lot of people deserve help. I hope you will help me now so I can pay it forward in the future.

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Life Spiralled

Since the beginning of 2020 life has taken a toll on my family and I. When covid hit we lived in a terrible apartment building in a crowded university town with two kids and one on the way. As the months went on living there, our landlord became creepier and creepier. There would be days he’d stand outside our door breathing heavily, other days he would knock on our door to complain about something like the baby crying, and other times he would wait mere minutes for my husband to leave for work and he’d walk into our apartment with our knocking and everything. The doors would be locked so he would use his key and just snoop around. Many times we had to contact police. It got to the point we had to move, but with the prices and the world going crazy- we had no other option than another run down house- this time a trailer. It had a great yard but the neighborhood was not pleasant. Our house was robbed multiple times which absolutely defeated me. We just couldn’t get by. So finally we decided we’d leave the province and head for a better life!
  Boy was I wrong. The move was crippling, our debt is only growing and we are further from where we wanted to be than the beginning of this explanation of my crappy life. This new place is eating propane like crazy- we are paying $900 a month, our rent is $2100 a month for a place where the roof is caving in and I’m terrified that we will either die here or become homeless. My kids are young and sometimes I can’t send them to daycare because of a runny nose these days, so we are out that source of income for those days. With the prices of food and gas on top of the lack of affordable housing I feel like I am failing my family. I’ve opened my own painting business but it hasn’t picked up yet so that’s also harrowing on my soul.
To top off our 2020, the intense grief our family went through broke so many other families. In December 15 2020 my brother boat went down while they were scallop fishing and he is still aboard the boat. He was not only my best friend but also my kids as well. We are all devastated.

I feel lost, ashamed and frightened.
I am terrible at asking for help but it is my only resort currently.

thank you in advance

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Desperate Single Mom

Let me start this off by thanking you in advance for any donation you can provide as this is extremely hard for me to do.

I am a 34 yr single mother to 1 beautiful 7yr girl and for a little over a year I have been struggling to climb, scratch and crawl my way out of this financial whole I am in. I have ended up here by escaping toxic and violent  relationships with my family and boyfriend. Without going into to a very long story I have been taken advantage of financially by them along with being mentally emotionally and physically abused by them. I do have a good job to where I should be able to provide a comfortable life for my daughter and myself. However after going through my savings and taking out loans to help others or pay bills to get me to my next paycheck, I have dug myself into an even bigger hole that I cant seem to get out of. I have looked into every option in making extra money to get me out of this mess but as a single mom my options are limited.

As of today my car has been repossessed, I am 1 month behind on my rent and over $1000 behind on my CPS bill. Every time my paycheck comes in all of the money is gone from either other bills like the loans that I took out, gas, food, insurance and phone bill.  I do not have the option to get a second job because I have no one to help with my kiddo. I have tried everything online to help with extra income only to be scammed. I’m selling things in my home but not much is moving and I do not qualify for any government assistance. Each day I put on this mask to hide my struggles from my daughter and co-workers. I am at the lowest point in my life and I am tired of feeling alone, praying and crying myself to sleep each night.

I can not express how thankful for any donation you are able to provide. You are a true blessing to be able to help those in need.

 

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Need money to graduate with M.A. degree

I am a graduate student with a full-time job as well as a freelance side gig. Last week I learned that I can graduate in 2023 if I take a required course as an independent study this summer. The cost of the tuition and fees would be approximately $4,000. I have been living beyond my means for a long time (my job doesn’t cover all of my expenses but has given me the flexibility I’ve needed to work toward my degree) and if I can graduate in May 2023, I find a new position that pays more and receive and send the book proposal I’m working on out to publishers and hopefully receive an advance to write it in 2024. My situation became complicated in August 2020 when my mother had a debilitating stroke that left her with aphasia and receptive aphasia. One-third of her brain wasn’t recoverable because she wasn’t found soon enough for it to be reversed. It was always me and my mom — she was always my biggest supporter and confidante. Not pursuing this path would disappoint her and make her sad because she worked so hard for me to have opportunities growing up and I learned my work ethic from her. Unfortunately, I also found out this spring that she’s received a breast cancer diagnosis within the past week and I know it’s getting worse, so I am worried that prolonging my degree program could put me in a position where I may need to prolong it even further if something happens to my mom and I need to take bereavement time. Despite my depression, I have found ways to excel in school and my job. But money has continued to be a source of desperation and anxiety. If this didn’t happen to my mom, she would be able to help me. Most of the money I earn goes to my amazing therapist who is helping me process my enormous grief. However, that is not the case anymore. I have no other family to turn to. I have applied for grants and scholarships and fellowships without any luck so far. This funding would go a long way to helping me get on a better financial path. I attend an R1 research institute and have a 3.95 GPA. I would be forever grateful for any assistance during this difficult time. untitled-design--33-.png

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Struck down with recent disability

Hello there. I just want to thank you for taking the time to read this request.

My name is Daniel, I am going to start off with my request and then underneath I will explain my story and why I am requesting help from stranger.

In a nut shell I am hoping someone will be able to help me get my independence back with a little bit of financial support. In 2020 I was diagnosed with a condition called Chronic Cluster headache syndrome (more on this later) and it has affected my ability to work full time and more importantly it does not allow me to meet my employers expectations as I am often off ill due to the severity of the pain the condition puts me through. It has affected my mental health due to not being able to fully provide for my family and the isolating nature of the illness. The reason I am requesting aid from a perfect stranger is because I do not know what else to do at this point. I have a plan to allow myself to become financially self sufficient however it requires some start up funds – I have always wanted to own a food van business, I love cooking for people and seeing the look of enjoyment on their faces brings me much joy and happiness, food has a way of bringing people together and good food will always be in demand. By owning a family run business it will allow me a modicum of freedom when it comes to working hours, my partner will also be on hand to support the business so if I have a bad day health wise someone will still be there to serve our clients, this will remove a huge amount of pressure from me having to worry about letting my employers down and the constant fear of losing my job.

The money provided will go towards procuring transportation, equipment, licences, training, insurance, pitch fees and produce. My plan is not to buy the best of everything to begin with, firstly because we do not have the funds and secondly because it is not necessary when we are starting out. Once we have worked out the kinks of running a food van and once the business is making a profit then we will look into buying new equipment and spending a little bit more on transportation and signage etc.

My Story

Up until July of 2020 I was a healthy adult male living in the UK, I had never really suffered any health issues, never broke a bone and I didn’t catch covid-19. I was working full time as a design Consultant for a prominent retailer based in the UK earning good money in a respectable job. Then I developed Chronic cluster headache syndrome a rare neurological condition that causes severe attacks (headaches doesnt do them justice) to happen several times a day for a period of weeks or months. The pain comes on suddenly and without much warning, it happens at random times throughout the day, certain things trigger them (bright lights, strong smells, pressure on the right side of my head) but they also occur on their own without any stimulation.

Not much is know about the condition or what causes it except that it last for life and is incurable all that can be done is pain management. As there is not a lot known about the condition it often gets miss diagnosed as a common migraine causing sufferers to go without correct treatment for long periods of time. This is similar to what happened to me, one Monday I woke up in the most intense pain I had ever experienced – It felt like the right hand side of my head and face was being stabbed over and over, my right eye felt like someone was trying to gouge it out with a spoon and was watering none stop. Nothing I did stopped the pain – over the counter painkillers like paracetamol and ibuprofen were ineffective. My GP told me that it was a migraine and that I needed to get this certain medicine from the pharmacy, I took the prescribed medication and it brought no relief from the attacks. After about a week of suffering multiple attacks during the day and night I was rushed into hospital to have a CT scan and some blood tests. The test came back inconclusive as none of the tests showed anything of concern or a possible cause of the attacks, I was advised to get an eye test and try and stay out of bright lights. This would go on for a couple of months until my GP finally referred me to a Neurologist to discuss my condition. It was here that I was told that I was suffering from cluster headache syndrome and finally was prescribed the correct medication to ease the pain. I was prescribed oral, nasal and injections of Sumatriptan which is an abortive medication which stops the pain during an attack however, I can only use it twice a day which is never enough as it is a very strong medication and it is not designed for long term use but at this moment in time I will take short term relief even if it means long term complications.

Whilst I was able to manage the pain now, I was not free from the attacks which continued to occur every day and night. After about 6 months my neurologist suggested that I try and have procedure where a nerve blocker is installed in my head to try and prevent the attacks occuring, she explained that it would involve having an injection in the back of my head where a steroid would be injected to block the Greater occipital nerve. I had the procedure and it was successful, I did not have an attack for about 3 months and once they started again I could have another Nerve blocker put in. Three times I had the nerve blocker installed in 2021 and each time it provided relief for a shorter period. I was also prescribed home oxygen therapy which is a much safer form of pain relief with zero side effects, the only issue I have with it is that it is not portable and therefore I am restricted to using it at home.

In September of 2021 my mental health had begun to deteriorate, the nerve blockers were not lasting and the attacks were continuing to occur. I was having more and more time off work which meant that I was losing money, getting more stressed which led to more attacks and in the end I had to give up my job. Being a design consultant means that you need to build up a client base and be able to manage their projects from the point of enquiry to the point of installation but this condition meant that I was often missing deadlines and being unable to meet with clients at prearranged times leading to a lot of dissatisfaction with me and the company I was employed by. This was the biggest blow to my self esteem losing the career I loved and the ability to provide for my family was a difficult pill to swallow.

I have had to sign up for government support to help pay the rent and bills which means that the quality of my families life has deteriorated significantly since I was struck down with this condition. I have always worked for what I have in life and wish to continue to do so and I truly feel that having a little food van business will allow me to regain my independence and ability to provide for my family as every man should.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Any help that you can provide would be most appreciated, I have not requested a specific amount because it is down to you to choose what you see is fit. I am happy to communicate via email to show any progress that is made and to discuss how the business is going. It goes without saying that you will always get a free meal should you ever stumble upon my van :)

Daniel J, 31, UK.

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