Well I don’t know what to say, but that I need help. I feel bad asking for money with all the people in the world that are probably in much more dire circumstances. But I just can’t seem to get ahead, I work 55 hours or more a week, with 2 hours of commuting a day, I’m a mechanic but can’t seem to keep a car running for the life of me. All my money I’d wasted just fixing cars to get to work. I live in a rotten 5th wheel trailer in a lot my dad’s company used to own. So now I have to find somewhere to live soon or idk what I’m going to do. Was looking at apartments, I just don’t have the funds right now. My credit cards are all maxed out and the payments are making this harder. I’m bipolar, I take meds now which help immensely but I didn’t for a long time. Took me forever to just get here. Managed to quit drinking alcohol. Doing everything right and working hard and still just not making it.

Hello,

This is why I’m here:

Last fall I quit my job due to office bullying by a co-worker. I didn’t plan my exit correctly and quit before I had anything else lined up. I have been struggling with depression and felt like I didn’t have any other option other than to leave as soon as possible. I thought finding a new job wasn’t going to take too long, but now I am going on 4 months of random interviews here and there with no offers, I was ok financially (able to make rent and pay some bills) for the first 3 months but now I have run out of money and have absolutely no friends or family to help me with my rent or bills. I am in danger of getting evicted from my apartment starting in February.

My rent is $1600 and I am in need of $3,300 to cover the rent/late fees I owed for January as well as February’s rent. This is my first time doing anything like this and I am grateful for any sort of help.

A little about me:

I am a 32 year old single female and have struggled with depression and anxiety since I was a child. I don’t have a conventional type of family that would be able to or even willing to help me out. I live alone and never had a situation like this happen before. I work very hard and had to learn to take care of myself at a very young age, asking for help from anyone has never been an option for me. I hope those reading this can understand my situation.

I know that it was a huge mistake leaving my job before I had something lined up but I truly could not handle the work environment. The environment consisted of unwelcome touching of my legs and hair, and other things like pulling up my street on Google maps and insisting I point to where I lived, and interfering with my actual work by convincing others in our department I wasn’t doing my job correctly. When I started at this company a year and half ago I was the most depressed I’ve ever been in my life, I turned into a very quiet and tired person and I simply couldn’t handle the environment any longer. I still don’t feel like myself, but I’m trying hard to get better.

Even so, I am still filled with shame and regret for leaving without having anything else lined up.

If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time for read this. Anything helps.

Paypal:

https://paypal.me/dcasdonate?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

 

Hello,

I’d like to start off by saying thank you for reading this message. If you’re taking the time out of your day to read my story I appreciate you showing interest in my call for a miracle. I completely understand that not everyone that reads this is in a position to donate, but if you can please send a prayer my way I know in my heart that god will embrace me for who I am and not what I have done.

Life has been a constant test recently. I have found myself in a position where I’m in between who I was and who I am going to be. I’ve battled with consistency, honesty, selfishness and poor mental health ever since I could remember. To be honest, I can’t say I’ve been happy in over 15 years.

It all started with loss. I’ve lost jobs, loved ones, close friends, feelings, relationships, material items, morals and I am hanging by a thread to the point where I’m about to lose it all. I know that each individual faces problems equal to or much worse than mine and with that being said I’m not here to say my problems are anyone responsibility. I made poor decisions to get me in this position and I want to be honest for a change. As I take an over head view at life I know things will get better soon and staying positive will keep me on a steady pace to move forward.

 

In January of 2022 I attempted to take my life. I was caught in a life of substance abuse and terrible decisions. Within the span of 9 months I lost two people who I would consider friends and one close friend. The last person I lost was my grandfather at the age of 12 which put a 16 year gap between dealing with true grief. When my buddies passed, I coped just like any addict would and made a horrible decision to use. I had been sober from Xanax for seven years which I was immensely proud of, but my light in sobriety was soon consumed by an unimaginable darkness.

 

My best friend who I look at as my brother didn’t know what was going on inside me. I had him come by the house to hang out for the day. We had known each other since we were  seven years old and met in our grandparents neighborhood. We were the only two kids in that area so it was bound to be a friendship at some point. That friendship turned into him and I doing everything together and we maintained our friendship from kids to adults.

Everything was going well on the outside, but on the inside I felt hollow. Just a shell trying to figure out what to do to make me not feel this emptiness. I didn’t know what the night had in store, but I made a life changing decision. When we got the pills we knew something was off, they didn’t look “right”, but that didn’t stop us from taking them. The last thing I remember from that night was eating dinner on my couch with the ones I love the most and then as quickly as flipping a light switch, I woke up in jail.

I couldn’t recall a single thing after having dinner. So many questions were running through my head and I knew it would be awhile before I got answers. I had never seen jail as an experience that I would have to go through. After a few phone calls I got the questions answered which painted a rough image of what happened during the black out. I was not loyal to my significant other. As I was in this lost moment during the night, my girlfriend decided to check my phone as she had felt something was off. She found pictures of other women, her friends onlyfans accounts and conversations with women as well. It all went downhill from there.

 

After she found this secret I had been hiding from her our entire relationship, I grew enraged with a flurry of emotions. I had enough. I knew if I lost her I lost the other half of my heart. She ran to get my little brother for help. I grabbed the gun, racked the slide and had a round in the chamber. I was done with my life at that moment. As she made it down the hallway to get my brother, she told me she heard the gun go off.

 

When they came rushing back in the room I was on the floor, but I wasn’t injured. I’m not sure what happened, but while I was on the ground my eyes had flushed over with a grey hue. My brother ran to grab Narcan as they both believed I was over dosing on this mysterious pills. I was brought back and through the grace of god, he was by my side that night. It wasn’t my time to go. Once I regained consciousness, I took the keys and left. My girlfriend dialed 911 because she was very concerned about my safety and well being of others on the road. Luckily I was only a few blocks away from home when I was stopped and taken to the hospital. I can’t remember any of these events, but once I checked myself out of the hospital I was then taken to the county jail. I knew it was time to change.

 

I have been working on mental health by seeing a therapist which I am so thankful for. I know what I did was wrong and I’ve learned a valuable lesson from that night, but things still aren’t where I need them to be. I’ve been struggling to keep a steady job. My emotions have gotten the best of me and to make things more complicated, my best friend, my brother of 21 years, the same one who I took the fake pills with that night unfortunately passed last month due to a Fentanyl overdose. I lost my brother and I had to feel this one out. I told myself I wouldn’t let my addiction take me down the hole I experienced that night with him. I dealt with it much better than I thought I would, and it was a major accomplishment to not fall deep into addiction due to his passing.

 

I’ve been out of a job for the last month and honestly bills are catching up with me. I’m afraid I’m at the point where I’m going to lose it all, including the relationship with the woman I want to make my wife someday. She stayed by my side even after all the pain I caused. Luckily I landed a job starting this weekend and I am expecting a call from the owner of the company tomorrow with my shift details. I’m in between who I was and who I am going to be.

 

If you have the kindness in your heart and god calls you to this post for a miracle, I would be more than happy to accept any blessings put in my path. I didn’t want to make this post, but I believe god works wonders and has forgiven my for all my sins. I know he can see who I want to be. I’m trying and I won’t stop until I am happy again. Once again I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my story and may god bless you and yours with open arms.

Past Due Rent and Phone Bill: $3300.00

PayPal Link:

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/JKMD94

 

Hi! I’m sure there’s like, hundreds if not thousands of messages like this daily. But, I hope you’re having a good day. If not, I hope that somehow your day ends on a better note. (That is to whoever reads this.)

To be straight to the point, I need $4000 to help catch up on rent. To be forward and honest, I’ve been paying back loans since the beginning of 2018 and all throughout the pandemic up until now.

The reasons why I’ve been paying back loans is because when first moving to another state, I worked in retail. During the holiday season I had near fulltime hours, but that slowly trickled down to barely 25-30 hours a week with a pay wage that was not sustainable to live on.

It’s only recently that I’ve found a job that pays a wage that is close to what is necessary to live along with the necessary hours needed. And even then, unfortunately I don’t get paid until the week after the first week of the month.

I’ve made many mistakes, by trying to open up credit lines and get more loans, putting me into even more debt just to be able to afford bills and necessities. I’ve worked 3 jobs all at once at one point to the point that I burned out of 2 of them because it was exhausting to only have a day and a half to myself to rest and take care of my apartment.

I know this sounds like every sob story in the world and I know that there’s many other people in dire situations as well that need help, but if you choose to help me in like, whatever way that you can, it will be appreciated in the fullest.

Anyways, even so, it was nice to be able to get all these feelings off of my chest. I still have to figure out what I need to do to help myself out of this situation, so I’ll likely go back to looking for things to do that I can do to help myself. Whether that means picking up another job again or attempting to freelance or something of the sort.

Thank you again, if you decide to help, and even if you just read this over. It’s hard making mistakes that is just detrimental to yourself, but I’m at least doing the best I can to rectify my mistakes and be better about how I  go about things.

Paypal.me is here

Hello! My name is Megan! I am a South Carolina native raising three children alone. The main reason I am reaching out and asking for help is I freelance for a living. My contract abruptly ended after three weeks of not working during the holidays (the company asked, not me, I wanted/needed to work). The week we were due to come back, we had our onboarding meeting on Monday the 9th and Tuesday the 10th I was informed via a concise text that I was no longer a good fit and that the 5 hours I worked the day before still has not been paid to me either. I have a small savings of about a thousand dollars, but that is dwindling fast. I’ve never done this before (asked for money from strangers on the internet), but I have a southern accent, and I have learned some parts of the country love just to hear me talk, and in that research, I discovered this platform! I have three children, ages 14, 10, and 2. They are my world and my everything. I raise them alone. My oldest 2s father is incarcerated. 5 years ago, he was involved in a deadly car accident that left a very kind man without his life, and he is serving 19 years in prison because of it. It was devastating for my small family. I decided to try and move on, and my last relationship became very abusive and toxic, and it left me with my last baby. His name is Abel, and he is the light that we didn’t know our shattered hearts needed. So it is just me and me alone while raising them. My mother was my only support system through all of that, and she passed of covid last January. Luckily she left her home for us, and I’ll forever be grateful for that! I love you, mama!! This sounds like one of those “everything bad that happened to me” posts or articles. It isn’t. I’m just a regular mom trying to make it and keep our small ship floating. If you do decide to donate or fund, thank you! THANK YOU FOR YOUR KINDNESS and for having such a pure and understanding heart! And even if you don’t donate or fund, you and everyone having a hard time right now, on both sides, will be in my prayers, and even though I don’t know you, I love you!!

My PayPal is paypal.me/MeganG0812

If you managed to read this far and got to the end, I thank you for hearing my venting and having your compassion! Thank you ❤️

Well for the longest time I always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people learning and doing the wrong things. I found myself in a constant state of depression and anxiety but as a young man was taught not to show and or talk about these feelings. When I graduated I joined the U.S. Army 15 e UAS maintenance technician made it through basic training perfectly fine, as AIT began there were two rather cleverly stupid privates who managed to stay in ait for two years while also running a drug ring (selling to multiple higher ups) while collecting over a million dollars in a two year period; Finally they were caught and the rest of the AIT part of the base was put on lockdown (prison that make you wake up at 4:30 and run 2-5 miles everyday.) two weeks roll by Christmas leave comes around and finally we get to go home and see our friends and family, now this is when I need you to remember the beginning of this rant because now that I was in the army a lot of the wrong people took notice to me; I went with my friend to one of his friends houses, the dice on cardboard, playing pool on fridays, selling coke types, the “big homie” said he wanted to show me a good time bc I was serving our country and what not so he took us to a strip club and I shit you not spent 10,000 on me alone.  My friend and I having one of the best night we had had so far in our lives decided to ask how he got the money he had, the man replied “stealing, fighting, fucking, ducking” us both being 18 we laughed but looking back on it now he didn’t even smile.. leaving the strip club my friend and I couldn’t get over what we had just witnessed the whole club full of women (all because he put 20,000$ on the table) flocked to us like shit on flies,  we looked at each other and promised each other we would be there someday… most of the week after was spent at the local bar, underage drinking and trying to get laid trying to fit in with people I know now only wanted me around for the uniform I wore and not the person I was (as I had tried to befriend most of these people before I joined the army) having the time of my life and being respected like no other time in my life and no other time sense I packed got on the plane and flew back to my prison aka AIT

Christmas leave was over, but the lockdown remains, while I hadn’t even started my AIT training yet before Christmas break due too what had transpired and the lockdown and the investigation, I waited another 4 weeks before starting, waking up 0415 PT formations at 0445 PT to begin at 0500 the to cease at around 0600-0630 we were marched too and from breakfast at 0645 breakfast being at 0700 finishing up and being marched back by 0800 while all the other AIT soldiers who got into a class got on busses went to class, us who were unfortunate enough to have been last went as cleaning details in vans all around the base. While this was not terrible it gave me a lot of time to think about life at home and how much fun I could be having. Fast forward I get into class ready to learn about drones and actually get too work on things, my training only being 6-13 weeks I assumed we would be learning how to do actual maintenance on the drones and get hands on right away (recruiters man) so sitting in a classroom right after graduating while not doing a shred of homework since I was in 7th grade (I do not like busy work I tried to move forward in my learning but went to a small one stop sign town high school that did not offer advancement, so my test scores and when I wanted ti play a sport I turned things in) it was rather frustrating that the recruiters lied to me and most likely had no idea of the 3-4 week classroom before the hands on. I sat there paid attention when necessary and was thinking of home when not, it’s only fitting that they had messed up and put me in the wrong class seeing as I was supposed to be a maintenance tech the big green wheenie put me in the pilot class realizing I was in the wrong class I told my sergeant and he got me uninrolled in that class and set for the new class in 3-4 weeks mind you I was only supposed to be here 6-13weeks  seeing as I spent a week in the wrong class two weeks before Christmas break and 4 weeks after it had been 7 weeks since I had arrived some of the people who came into the training with me from the same basic were beginning to leave for the basic drones not the orbital ones, I’m sitting on another hold waiting with y thumb up my ass thinking about what I could be doing at home. Finally 3 weeks roll by 10 weeks there just now got into a class, mind you this MOS has the highest chapter rate in the entire Military not Army MILITARY when I got into class we were told not to help anyone and not to ask anyone for help if you don’t turn in 2 homework assignments or turn two homework assignments incomplete you were to get either kicked out out or reclassed,

 

we came to a part in the class that was in fact easy that what I told my self but subconsciously I wanted to be home so I failed to turn in the first assignment on purpose just so if I did want to leave I could, talking with my father I got my head on and was actually trying I was one week away from getting hands on and I really didn’t understand the homework that was was given the night before I went the next day t ask the teacher a question he looked at my paper then at his papers told me to follow him so I did went into the captains office and was told I was getting kicked out of the army under a general discharge. I became the shitbaggiest if shitbags!! It took them another 2 months to get me home!

returning home In the worst way in the worst mood and worst feeling of disappointment in myself I’ve ever felt I went stray to my friends house to get started on our lil mountain of dough and we started “fighting fucking, stealing and ducking”

this went on we eventually tried smoking crystals meth so we could stay up longer and steal what we could during the night. Paranoia set in shortly after we could not get ahold of another person we did these things with them checking and saw he got arrested for the shit we had packed my car I dropped him off at the girls house they were telling me to stay and lay low so I did for while until we got a call from his mom and she said she told them everything and had recordings saying it was us, so because of her our lives are ruined (realize  now it was only me and my decisions that led up to the events)

 

we got caught up eventually and I’m now on 5 year deferred probation while he being on his third strike is now sitting hard time 7 year sentence.

Now back when I was 7 years old I was diagnosed AD/HD  when means I talk all the time and move around a lot I was on adderall since then (adderall is clean meth btw) so these rx companies make loads of money off the same drug that you can go to prisons for 20 years for and give it to 7 year olds up the dose twice a year till I was 15 and started slipping the pills and buying pot to smoke. If you think about it our society is breeding habit filled either hopeless romantic or completely cold drug addict caffeine fueled over emotional hyperstemulated highly combustible and easy lit playing first person shooter games since they were 3 years old ticking time bombs!!!

but hey I just moved into a new house with my girlfriend trying to make it, had a job with my father where we picked up household hazardous waste and I kept the old electronics and sold them online so we got this new place and we were very excited about it but my father and I started to clash and argue so he got me fired Literally days after he helped me move in so I’m basically fucked because I owe 550 in rent I’m behind in my probation 558 I still owe 10000 on the probation and I can’t fucking find a job because I’m on felony probation!! Life is getting hard and I know that my decisions and my actions let to me being on probation and being in this situation I just want a chance to be better to get ahead to feel free and be able to live my life.

I love everyone have a great day!!