Not sure how to start so, I will pick a point and hopefully it will make sense.
My name is Renee. I am 56, divorced, 2 grown kids, and a grandson. I am at a point where my housing is getting beyond what I can pay. If I can’t pay and have to move…I would end up being homeless due to my credit and history.

In my life, there have been struggles that I have had to overcome starting from birth. The parents filed for divorce when she was just a few weeks pregnant with me. She had an older daughter and soon after me, a younger daughter. I was the one who was the whipping post. Heck, if she did what she did then, now…she’d be doing time. The closest object was her go-to; belt, whip, hanger, electric cords…but, enough about that.

One of the things that she did was to use my social security number when I was 3. There was a lot of things she put under my SSN and didn’t pay. When I turned 16, I ran. I ran as fast as I could out of her house. I didn’t know anything about anything. I didn’t know how to grocery shop, pay bills, get an apartment, heck, even applying for jobs I didn’t know how to do. I couch surfed for a while. I found a fast food job and a co-worker looking for a roommate. Or rather someone to sleep on her couch and pay her money. So, that is how I got out.

Due to life circumstance, trauma, PTSD, lack of self-control? I started using drugs. These drugs put me into several rehab facilities and hospitals. I am very fortunate to never have gotten a DUI or hurt another person. I went down this path for a while. Then, I got hurt. I fell down stairs and hurt my back. Here is where my life really started going down hill. Doctors put me on very strong opioids. Back then, they were saying that they weren’t addictive because of the time release. Well, tell that to the families that have lost family members to over-dose.

I was taking opioids for 17 years. I made poor financial decisions. Partly because, why not, my mom messed my credit to start. And partly because this drug had such a hold on my life, I had no other option. I did things I would never consider doing now.

Currently, I have 11 years off pills. For the last eleven years, I have been trying to make up for the mess ups from the past. Unfortunately, it not getting me anywhere. My credit score from 3 years old, has hung around the 500 range…typically lower.

My goal is to fix my credit by the end of 2023 and buy a house. In order to do this…I need $20,000 to clean up my credit.

I am open to any questions you might have. If you made it this far, thanks for reading.

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I’m hoping this will help me support my two boys and myself. I am struggling and this is very hard for me to say. I have two amazing boys who I love more than anything. But I’m struggling to keep up with bills and food in fridge. I make too much for assistance and not enough for everything else. I keep my kids in sports to keep them focused on what matters. I hate to ask but I need help. I’m behind on my car payment to pay rent and bills. Sometimes I pay my car payment and miss other bills. I just can’t seem to get ahead. So I’m asking you if you could please help me and my boys out. One day I’ll be able to help others and with your help that can happen. I have an 11 year old and and 8 year old. I am a 32 years old. My life has always been a struggle but that has never stopped me. I have always been a postive person and what life throws my way. Unfortunately these past years has been hard. Im at my breaking point and im not sure how much more I can take. My life and my boys life are just as important as anyone else but sometimes they need help too. I want to make sure we have a roof over our heads, food in our house which right now is not looking good. I always make sure they have what need as clothes, shoe and socks, while I will go with out. I make sure they have enough food and I’ll eat what’s left. I have a breaking point and I’m right their, but my kids will never see it. I’m hoping my words will help us. I’m hoping someone find this and show us kindness. Show us the brighter side at the end of this dark cloud. Their is much more to say but I’m lost for words. Im hoping just one person can help me and my family. I just want to get in the brighter side. The love for my kids is more important and making sure they are happy. I need the help as I stated it’s very hard for me to ask for help. So please help me get we’re I can be, not to struggle every paycheck and choose which bill I’m going to pay and which one I’m gonna miss. I want to thank you for the time to read this. I’m hoping this will help I’m all out of ideas. Thank you again.

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Hi everyone my name is Samantha :) this beautiful creature next to me is my minion of chaos (AKA daughter) Sarinah Reigh. My story is long and confusing well because it’s my life I bet yours feels a bit long and confusing too? Wishful thinking? Ha maybe. Anywho. I was born to Angie and Jeff way back in 97. To say they were unstable would be an understatement they had valid reasons for being the hot messes they were though you see I was born 10 months after they buried my 3 week old sister. She died of SIDS the night of her funeral they decided to bring her back both heavily under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Well wam bam thank you ma’am here comes a little Samantha 10 months later and well I am not my dead sister. They knew that though. It made life weird growing up and has always given me a weird complex. Blah blah sorry I’m rambling. Mom and dad split when I was 2. Dad was an international coast to coast trucker. Mom was a single mom of 5 worked 1-2 gas station jobs always and still fit in being a full time alcoholic in the midst of it all. Being the youngest of 6 to say I kind of got lost in the midst would be fair mom tried though I had I a nanny until I was 9 but she was severely bi polar and schizophrenic so I mostly took care of her. I was a bit of a lost soul who looked for love wherever I could find it. Dad wasn’t around much I’d see him 7-10 times a year. Daddy issues lol when I was 10 years old I started hanging out with my sisters much older friends 17-18 year olds. When I was 12 one of her friends took interest in me. One of her guy friend who I at the time thought was Eminem’s dopleganger. We started dating and when I told my mom of my new found romance with this 18 year old boy she was weary at first but after 2 days decided hell let him move in! Yes you’re reading all of this correctly. I was 12 years old with a live in 18 year old boyfriend and a mother who could give a shit less as long as I left her alone. We were together until I was 16. It was a very abusive situation I hate calling it a relationship. He was always with other girls he was very mentally physically and sexually abusive. When I was 14 I found out I was pregnant. My mom demanded I get an abortion my dad begged me to go with adoption and the dad well he just wanted me to get rid of it so he wouldn’t catch a charge. At 14 years old I took thr 3 hour trip to planned parenthood they started on all the pre op stuff, man let me tell you when I looked at that screen and saw that there was a for real little baby in me that even waved her little arm at me I just couldn’t do jt. To my mothers dismay after sitting there with consent papers in my lap for an hour I stood up I said I won’t do it I asked the receptionist for my ultra sound pictures went and sat in the truck. I slept the first two hours of the ride home and was awoke by my mother telling me since I didn’t follow through with our Agreement she had turned him in and I had to go talk to the Family Advodcacy network. Summarize- I trie to lie he admitted to “making love to me” several time fast forward he’s charge with 3rd degree attempted sexual assault. 5 years probation. Back then I said no way it’s not rape It was consensual. Well at 24 my opinion has shifted quite a bit. It has had very very severe psychological effects on me. I don’t feel worthy of being loved or even capable of being loved. Im on my healing journey which has been a long hard one. Dec 1 2020 I lost my dad to lung cancer. That turned my already tops you turvy world even more upside down. I ended up homeless and In may of 2021 my child’s dad offered me and her a place to live and I took it. Until I lived with him I was unaware of how much damage he’d really done to me as a child. I had never even said the word rape about the situation until this previous year. Basically our agreement was I’d live here basically do the stay at home mom thing and he’d work and pay bills. Aside from the psychological torture that happened very quietly it went smoothly for the most part until one day there’s a knock at the door and it’s a sheriff serving him a 3 day eviction notice. He hadn’t paid rent or electricity in almost 5 months. To keep my daughter and I from losing the only home we’d managed to keep for longer than a year I talked the landlord into letting me try to keep this place he agreed after hearing my story. We went 3 weeks without electricity because her dad refused to help with the bill but I did what mamas do and hustled and paid the 1k bill. I still owe my landlord 2k for rent deposit. I’m begging for help I’m trying sk hard to get on my feet. My car doesn’t run which I’m also trying to get help with. Her dad left us with nothing even took the groceries I’m doing what I can but with no car I can’t keep a job. Please help me. I’m begging not even for myself but so my daughter can know some kind of life where maybe we don’t struggle so hard. $ChaoticSamantha1111 is my cashapp

For 11 years, I have struggled to give my son safety, stability and a home we can call our own.

This is our story.

Fourteen years ago, I was living in Mexico, and I met the most amazing man I have ever known. We spent the next two years falling deeply in love and when I found out I was having a baby with the Love of my life, I couldn’t have been happier.

When Cristian was born, the love that I felt for him, it was immense and indescribable. I just knew that I would do anything to give him a happy healthy childhood.

For three months the three of us were the happiest little family in existence. I never put Cristian down, I didn’t want to miss a moment with him. Eventually I had to let his dad take over so I could get some sleep. That day was the last one we had together.

Later that evening Ray woke me up in a panic. He told me that something was wrong with Cristian, he wasn’t breathing. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to find my baby boy in his bassinet. My heart stopped when I saw how pale and motionless, he was. When I picked him up, he didn’t respond to me at all. I had no idea what I was doing but I tried to perform CPR to get him breathing and somehow it worked. I felt very little relief however because something was still wrong. We rushed Cristian to an emergency clinic nearby, where the Doctors proceeded to tell me that everything was fine. They said that he had aspirated on formula at some point and that was what caused him to be unable to breathe. They said that he was fine now, and we could take him home. When we got home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. A mother knows her child and even at only three months old, I could tell that Cristian seemed different. Everyone tried to convince me that I was just a nervous new mother and that everything was fine. Finally, I convinced my mom to give us a ride to a real hospital, where the doctors discovered that My baby’s brain was bleeding and the pressure in his skull was quickly killing him, inducing a coma was the only option. The next month, I never left his side, and I never gave up hope. Even when I was told to say my goodbyes, I insisted that my son was going to be ok. The day that the doctors told me that Cristian had pulled through, they would be waking him up and in just a few days I would be able to take him back home, I felt such joy and relief. A few days later my world came crashing down around me for the second time. A woman walked into our hospital room, told me that she was from Child Protective Services and that I needed to leave the hospital immediately because my Son’s Foster Mother was on her way to pick him up and I wasn’t allowed to meet her. It felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath my feet. I was utterly confused and, understandably, freaking out. I remember telling her that she might as well cut out my heart because that was less painful than taking my baby. When I asked why, she said that he was being removed from my care for “failure to protect” and then had me escorted from the hospital for causing a scene with my “emotional outburst”. She didn’t even let me kiss him goodbye.

From that day on I dedicated every single waking moment to getting my son back. I was told that I could not have visits with my son if I chose to go back home to Mexico because they feared that I would leave the country with him, and they would no longer be in control. I made the choice to move into a homeless shelter in San Diego since I didn’t have any friends or family in the area, and I needed to do whatever it took to be with my son. For the next six months, I jumped through every hoop and followed every single rule. I took every possible opportunity to visit Cristian and I attended every doctor appointment. Finally it was time for the Judge to decide if I would be allowed overnight visits. I couldn’t believe my ears when, instead of awarding overnight visits, the Judge declared that “Seeing as they had not provided any evidence that removing the child from the care of his mother was necessary”, Child Protective Services needed to return Cristian to me immediately.

After everything we had been through, I was terrified to go back to Mexico. As much as I wanted to be with Ray, I couldn’t risk anything that could make losing my son a possibility in any way.  I decided to move back to San Bernardino County instead. My family was there, and I thought that I would be able to give my son a better life with their support. Ray never forgave me for breaking his heart, and I am still in love with him, but I had to put our son first. Since then, I have been trying to give my son a better life. I got a job at Kmart and worked so hard for 6 years. Even though I was promoted to the Lead Position in both the Cash Office and The Service Desk I was not given a raise. Then just before my 7th year with the company, I was diagnosed with degenerative disk disease and had to have two surgeries on my spine. Two weeks before my temporary disability was supposed to run out, I was still healing from having my lower two vertebrae fused and I received a call from HR informing me that I had been replaced and they were mailing me my last check.

To make matters worse, the owner of the house I had been renting with my parents, decided that he wanted to move back into the house, so we needed to move. My parents decided to take the opportunity to move back to Mexico because of the low cost of living which meant I was also losing my only childcare option. Cristian had recently been diagnosed with ADHD and ODD and he also suffers from Severe Separation Anxiety making regular childcare not a viable option.  Suddenly we were homeless, incomeless and we no longer had any support system. Over the past four years I have been a licensed tax preparer, a licensed Life Insurance Agent, an in-home caregiver, an administrative assistant and the bookkeeper of a small nonprofit. I have tried freelance work and I am working on getting both of us approved for supplemental social security/disability. When the pandemic hit, I had no choice but to use every cent I had been able to save so that we could stay in motel rooms instead of my car. I managed to get us into low-income housing in May of 2020 and I felt so lucky that we would finally have a home of own. Then we moved in, and I discovered the truth. The house is completely infested with cockroaches and termites. The plumbing backs up on a weekly basis and we are literally unable to shower, do any laundry, wash a single dish or even flush a toilet until the property managers get a plumber out to fix it. When the plumbers do come out, they always find a way to blame the plumbing issues on us, even though we don’t even flush toilet paper anymore. Then the property managers tell me that I am responsible for the plumbing expenses. Any time I contact my property manager to inquire about having the exterminators come out to get rid of the roaches, I end up being threatened with eviction for some reason or another.

The neighborhood we live in is also extremely dangerous. My son was so excited because he met a couple of boys his age who also play basketball. I was so happy for him and thought things were finally going to get better. Two days later and the same two boys broke into our house and stole my son’s PlayStation 4 and his iPhone. His two prized possessions, stolen by people he thought were his friends. From there things have only escalated. They came back and stole his bike, my step stool and have destroyed any property they can get their hands on. When I called the police, they did nothing to help us, and the boys just came back and retaliated with their friends by shooting my little boy a bunch of times with pellet guns.

Through all of this I have tried so hard to get us through on my own. Asking for help is incredibly hard for me. I feel like a piece of my soul is chipped away every time I have to admit that I cannot take care of my son on my own. The thing is, My Son NEEDS and DESERVES so much better. After 11 Years of struggling, I will endure any and all emotional pain and the damage to my pride if it means I will get to see his sweet smile again. Please, if you can help us in any way, anything helps. My deepest wish is to somehow get enough money for a down payment on a little house in a safe neighborhood and a few months expenses paid. Something like that would literally be the catalyst to change our lives forever.  I would finally be able to focus on completing the steps necessary to secure a guaranteed steady income.  I can only imagine how incredible it would feel to tell Cristian that we have a house that will be ours and only ours always, that he didn’t need to worry anymore and could actually enjoy the rest of his childhood and that there was hope for the future to be even better.

I’ve stated at this page for two days wondering what I would write or say. I decided the best thing to write is the truth so here goes. I’m a mom of 5, three of my kids are grown and I only have two still with me. Lance is 14, and Brock is 8. My kids are my world and that’s why I’m asking for help. Since Covid started , my already bad luck got worse. My commercial and residential cleaning business to such a hard blow, it’s basically gone. I’ve had nothing but bad luck ever since. I lost our home due to a house fire a few days after Christmas of 2021 and my boys and I lost everything. I moved back in with my ex fiance because we had no where to go. Him and I tried to work things out and it just kept getting worse. He became more abusive mentally and physically every day. I bit my tongue and stayed out because I couldnt allow my kids to sleep in my car. I had my nose broken, I was cheated on, my boys were mistreated.  On top of this abusive relationship, I got a call early December that my brother will was in ICU with acute liver failure. He didn’t tell me he was sick.. he was only 38 years old. He ended up passing away when I was on my way to say my goodbye. Then I found out that my dad was in end stage liver failure and went to see him.   Drs told us he wouldn’t have much longer so I decided to stay. Long story short, since this past   December, we’ve had 5 immediate family members die on my dad’s side of the family. My brother dec 11th.  my memaw died from Covid February 24. Then a cousin shot himself in the head in front of his 12 year old brother. My cousin Stacy died from a heroin overdose, and the final blow to our family was my sister’s husband getting killed in a car wreck right in front of our dad’s house. My dad kept getting sicker but I had to go back home to try and make some money. I wasn’t back home two days and my car got totaled, and my insurance told me AFTER they let me file a claim that my policy cancelled two days before the wreck. Wo not only am I without a vehicle, I have a $5,000 debt to the finance company. Feeling completely at rock bottom, everyone I loved dying, I ended up having to go back to the fiance’s house. I had to deal with being called a whore on a daily basis, and would be trapped in the house for days at a time because I had no ride. I tried to start back to nursing school, and then I got criticized for trying to be “better than” him so I could look better. About four weeks ago he came home from work and said he was tired of looking at us and wanted us out of his house. I told him no. We had no vehicle no where to go. He ended up shoving me on a couch throwing me into the floor and jumping on my 14year old son. I called the law and he went to jail. I had until Monday to leave and luckily my friends mom let us stay with her and although I’m thankful for that, I’m getting further and further in the hole. I can’t get a job without a vehicle I can’t take my boys to Dr or dentist appointments, I can’t finish my school. My two storage units that have all of our belongings in it will be two payments behind on the first and it’s everything we have plus my deceased mom’s stuff. My phone is about to get turned off Monday, the boys need clothes and stuff for school. I honestly need help getting on my feet. If someone can help me get a good dependable car, and get my few bills caught up, I could breathe. Without a vehicle I’m screwed. My dad needs me and is declining pretty quickly. My boys dad is in prison for two years and I have absolutely no help. All I want is to get on my feet and finish my nursing degree. I also had two teeth break one on each side of my mouth, and I have two exposed nerves so I can’t eat hardly. I’ve lost 25 pounds in 8 weeks. I need to see a dentist to have them removed. All my family is dead or about to be and I have no one. I don’t want pity I just want someone to give me benefit of the doubt and give me a hand. I’ve had a rough life all my life and I need someone to help me get stable for my boys. It took a lot for me to ask for help so I hope someone will help me get on my feet for my boys. Thank y’all in advance and I hope y’all have a blessed day.

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I am a single mother of 2. My kids father stopped doing his part and it’s cause me to fall behind.  I have picked a second job to help keep the rent paid and food on the table.  I have been trying to get my car payment caught up and it’s been hard. I have applied for assistance and can’t get it. I am about to lose my truck and if I lose it I lose my job and my home that I have worked so hard for.  I just need a break so I can smile and see my children and I moving forward after leaving their narcissistic father. Please someone help me. If I can just get caught up it would be a big help and a large weight lifted off my shoulders.  My health is suffering because I am so stressed out. I am trying and the government won’t help. I am trying so hard I just need a break

Needing money to get on my feet and out of toxic situation. Mom of 2 (10 and 8 year old boys) 6 months pregnant with nothing for the baby. No family for support. My mom died 6 years ago in a car crash. My oldest son was in the wreck when she died. He was 4 at the time. My youngest was 17 months old. My sister was in a coma for 6 weeks after the crash. Dr’s said she’d never wake up and if she did she would have little to no purposeful brain function. She did wake up (praise Jesus) and spent the next 4 months at a rehab center in Atlanta. My grandma’s (mom’s mom) cancer came back shortly after my mom died. Helplessly watched her die over the next 11 months. Stepdad abandoned me. My sister suffers a brain injury from the car wreck. She’s alive but not the same person. My youngest sister was 12 at the time and under the influence of alcoholic stepdad who wouldn’t let me contact her. My stepdad is friends with the owner of the funeral home and for whatever disturbing reasons, didn’t have her body cremated for 6 months after she died. Her ashes are sitting on her closet floor still in the cardboard box they were sent to him in minus the literal spoonful of ashes my stepdad finally agreed to let me have. I seriously watched him scoop into her ashes with a plastic spoon that she had used prob 1000 times to cook family meals and dump them into the bottom of the full size urn I brought expecting to leave with enough to spread where she had requested. She wanted her ashes to be spread where we spread her dad’s ashes at his favorite deer stand not even 2 years before she died. He allowed so much time to pass that we can’t even get to that spot because it became too overgrown to get to due to no one going out there and keeping up with it. Now even if I had the resources or money to get someone out there, the land has been sold. They are currently logging all the trees. His deer stand no longer exists. Fast forward 6 years. I’ve been surviving a very controlling and mentally exhausting relationship with my Children’s father. He’s financially supported us since my second child was born which I am grateful for the time I’ve been able to spend with my boys but find it hard to be 100% appreciative knowing the reasons behind him wanting me at home. For a long time I wasn’t aware of his intentions. Later on I understood the manipulation and was able to see it for what it was. Isolation, dependence, and self-doubt to name a few. I worked a few part time jobs but was left fully responsible to figure out child care. My car would break down and sit without any intentions of being fixed. It became near impossible to keep any kind of job. In 2020 I got really sick. I was 29 and diagnosed with heart failure. My ejection fraction was 12%. I somewhat recovered from almost dying only to be put down with absurd accusations of cheating and endure name calling and mental abuse from a paranoid drug addicted baby daddy/boyfriend. Tried to leave but couldn’t afford a lawyer when he filed for custody so came back home and he dropped it. Covid was a thing so isolation really set in. Was fed up and finally getting ready to get my kids and myself and leave again this summer when out of nowhere I was served court papers at my own home. He took it upon himself to file for full custody in attempt to keep me from taking the kids and leaving him. Found out I’m pregnant with our 3rd child together. We have court in October. Not to mention we live next door to his mother in a house that she owns. She’s hated me from day one. She’s done terrible things to try to completely destroy me. Gotten me fired from several jobs. She even threatened to kill me and the baby several weeks ago. She called CPS and filed a false report against me claiming I’m violent. The next day she told me she did it. At that point CPS still had to investigate so we just now were able to have the case closed. Meanwhile she’s sending me threats of eviction every time I turn around. I have no where to go. No one to help. No one wants to hire a pregnant girl. Not to mention I have preeclampsia and am having a hard time getting around. I also have a bruised rib from being hit with a baseball my son accidentally lined drived into my side. The AC is out in my car and August in Mississippi is nothing to play with so my car sits in the driveway. This has been the most stressful pregnancy I could have imagined and in return I haven’t bought one single thing for the baby. No family to help. I’m isolated in this house next door to the devil who is constantly plotting against me. I don’t normally spread my business to anyone, but desperate times. I just want to live in peace with my kids and I am at a loss.

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To begin, thank you for taking the time to see my story and coming across my fundraiser. Having to write this asking for help from strangers is very difficult. This is something I only started considering once I knew I have exhausted all of my efforts with seeking support from family members and friends. I have continuously been applying, using and stuck on waiting lists for all types of government assistance that I qualify for. Unfortunately I’m not the only person in need of public housing assistance so waiting list are always long and uncertain. My family has been unsupportive also since my mother passed. My father is thankfully helpful in the grieving process but has been unable to provide any help with housing or finances since he provides for my brother and has nowhere to house me. I am Alayna Miller. The past year I have spent living partially in Wyoming and the rest in southern Arizona. Late last year my mother was released from a 2 year long prison sentence. At the time she had been scheduled for multiple upcoming surgeries upon her release. She had extensive medical issues that severely impacted her quality of life. A lot of what she was immediately suffering from was diabetes, hypothyroidism, apnea, plantar’s fasciitis, vision loss from diabetes and a very large debilitating hernia. Unfortunately my siblings were not willing to be in contact with our mother because they feared that it would result in her becoming overwhelmed while outside of prison and going back in. They cut communication with her fairly early into her sentence. I continued to write my mother and accept her calls, which mostly only came when she wanted a new coloring book or ran out of stamps but we wrote frequently. When my mother got released and put on parole I came to be with her and tried to help her maintain a safe place to live. The first surgery she had was to remove the plantar’s fasciitis which was on both her feet. She had been completely unable to walk beyond from the couch to the bathroom with assistance. She chose to stay in the living room for her recovery so everything was more accessible to her and because the first surgery left her unable to lift herself on and off her bed (which was pretty far off the ground). The recovery from this took 6 weeks. She was supposed to avoid walking for the whole 6 weeks but started walking again and setting goals to walk more after 4 weeks of recovery. The doctor’s had already scheduled her next surgery, the removal of her uvula and part of her sinuses, for as soon as she recovered. During this time my mother lived with an elderly and disabled roommate who had a CNA check in with her once a week. Aside from that I was my mother and her roommate’s sole caretaker. My mother still needed help with everything from meals to showering and brushing her hair. The day of her second surgery was February 11th, 2022 I helped my mom with a shower and put her hair in a braid. She went into her surgery after fasting 12 hours in the late afternoon and came home around 6pm that night. By 7:30pm I had to call for help to take her back into the hospital ER. The surgery made it very uncomfortable for her to breathe, especially with the CPAP machine due to the constant blood drainage from her sinuses/nose. She was prescribed a strict liquid diet and hydrocodone/acetaminophen syrup every 4 hours for her pain. At the hospital she complained that she was in unimaginable pain and having the gauze over her nose to catch the blood from the surgery made it so she couldn’t sleep. The ER doctor at the time gave her Ativan and sent her back home by 10 pm. For the following days my mother was waking up every couple/few hours in panic attacks, unable to breathe, I had to change her gauze every couple of hours or when she would wake up because each time it would be already soaked in the blood from her sinuses. This continued in full force for the following days until I found her unresponsive on February 14th, 2022 at 8:30am. I was alone when I found her because her roommate went to a friends saying she ‘kept being woken up by my mom’s panic attacks and hasn’t slept in days’. I called 911 and attempted CPR, but I lost my mom this Valentine’s Day.  After her passing I chose to return to southern Arizona, but I have already lost everything. I sold my car shortly after my moms first surgery to help with finances however I could since I had been staying with her. I also unfortunately lost my two pets because I left them with someone who ended up taking the money I paid them and abandoning my pets. I started drinking and staying with a friend from school whom for years I hadn’t even spoken to until earlier this January.  We quickly had disagreements on living arrangement and appropriation indifferences. I was kicked out for choosing to stay out for a night and getting a job with weird hours. I spent everything I had once again on a room for a while but the room I was able to get into was like 40 miles from my job and I had to give that up since no transportation. A month later on April 14th of this year I learned that I am pregnant with this ex-friends child. He knows I’m pregnant and also knows my situation as I am living on the streets now and camping. I’ve done everything I can to try to keep him in the loop but he is unwilling to participate or help if he has to see or be around me (his words, I know, sounds childish and I wish I was kidding, it sounds so dumb it’s even painful to type). I am currently 25 weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy and looking forward to being a mother with all the hopes of being everything my baby needs and providing beyond my best abilities. 

There are a lot of necessities that any help given by you will go towards, but the first things are going to be the essentials for my son. A place to live, crib or bassinet, the millions of diapers and wipes we’ll need, a vehicle and all the other basics.

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