December 2021 I got COVID for the first (and only) time. Fever and flu like symptoms lasted about three days, but what I was left with is so much worse. I have what doctors are calling “long covid” so here I am asking for some money to help pay for the stellate ganglion block which has helped some people dealing with long COVID. It’s a pricey procedure and because “long COVID” is new and the SGB has never been used to treat this before, insurance won’t cover it. I have chronic fatigue and sore muscles, brain fog so bad that I have to have someone else write this for me, I get winded doing normal daily tasks and (probably the most unbearable and detrimental symptom) I developed parosmia. I am someone who was a healthy 30 year old before having COVID. I’ve lost 35 lbs (down to 110) due to my long COVID symptoms. I have a hard time at work. I have a hard time speaking and with cognitive function. The distorted sense of taste and smell has most foods tasting like either ammonia, rotten raw meat, or rotten raw meat sprayed with ammonia. I’m asking for $4500 to help me get this treatment so I can get my life back. I want to be able to hike again. I want to have normal conversations without having trouble finding the words. I want to be able to enjoy meals without the potential of throwing it up. I want to be able to kiss and hug my family without being disgusted by the smell of perfumes or breath (even mint is terrible). Please help me get this treatment. It’s literally physically and mentally killing me.
I lost my trailer in a fire
Hello all I recently lost everything. My computer, my home, my life. I am slowly getting up from this predicament and I would love if some generous people can be of support through this difficult time.
this just happend Friday and working with the insurance company they are extremely tough to deal with now. I am a hardware analyst and I can’t work without my computer since I’m 100% remote. I was paying $935 monthly for the place, I had $45 grand in my safe “which was destroyed”.
anything would help. God bless my PayPal is
PayPal @bb7o89
Please help me get a rv
Im a single white women 42 living in ft collins Colorado. Im seeking to buy a rv .. well being homeless in ft collins co isnt easy for one they hate homeless people here and you cant have a tent anywhere here to live in so i have moved to the mountains and still you have to move every 14 days and its scary up here. I recently have been getting visitors a black bear momma bear and her cubs 2 Im scared the momma bear will hurt myself and my dog tiger. Because of her babies.i would love a rv so we can live in town and wont be chased out Walmart lets u stay in rv in parking lot.please help us
I want my dreams back…my family
Please help me get my dreams back my family. I had everything it look like from the outside I did had a beautiful home had a beautiful wife and two beautiful little girls. I had a few hardships along the way and it caused wedge between my wife an I. I got super depressed and didn’t know I was depressed and pushed everyone away. I made it worse by isolating myself. The fights got worse only verbal I said some things I shouldn’t have and I paid for them dearly. she filed for divorce and temporary restraining order. Everything was awarded to her of course She and the kids stayed in the house and I had to go. She had control of all the bank accounts for the bills and I was on the street. I slept in my car most nights at my job when I couldn’t afford a hotel my depression got worse I’m drinking got worse an i had to see my kids through set up visitations. I was upset I’d never been away from my kids this long they’re my best friends. We did everything together, they have a big beautiful backyard that they help me build all of it. A playground, zip line, an everything it’s amazing. The divorce was finalized 3 weeks shy of us being married 12 years. she won everything an I just wanted it to stop and go back in time. I was too depressed I didn’t fight her in court and get an attorney.I wanted my family back my dreams or one day all of us being on a farm that way the girls can have many animals,like they kind of already do. I’ve been seeing my ex-wife again now for four or five months. my family and I are trying to make this work again. We actually have a trip to Disney coming up in 3 months. It is almost paid for except for our flights. this has been in the works and plan for years that’s one of the biggest dreams that we have besides owing a farm. I’m still battling my depression and I’m still battling Courts not against Jessica. Just against a trespassing charge I got for me showing up at my own home when I wasn’t supposed to be there. She has tried to go up there and drop it but the state won’t let her. So now I’m battling the state when it’s doing nothing but keeping our family apart longer. It has affected my job so much that I lost it I don’t have a car anymore because I don’t have a job and I’ve just become more of a financial burden and I still don’t even have an attorney. I’m so close to having my family back again and my life and my dreams and I feel like I’m going to lose it again when I don’t even have it. I just want to give up. I want my dreams my family back.
https://paypal.me/ineedmydreamsback?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US
Pregnant mom of 2 being evicted
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.
PayPal @makenziehanks01
Desperate Mom of 3 and abusive relationship survivor
I’m asking for help because I’ve recently escaped a physically, mentally and emotionally abusive relationship and now have nothing. Aside from my and my childrens new found well being, which is definitely worth losing everything.
We have 3 children and due to falling victim to strong manipulation tactics and fear of losing my kids, I have lost everything. Convincing me for a long time that my place was home with the kids and I didn’t need to work has financially crippled me. Not only did I suffer from severe PPD after my last two children, I also have depression and PTSD due to a traumatic childhood, adolescence and traumatic events that have occured throughout my adulthood.
I do not have a vehicle for transportation, so I have to either pay friends or cabs and/or Lyfts to get to and from work, which takes away from my ability to pay for other things we need. I do not have any family left, so I have felt completely alone for a very long time, which is also perhaps why it has been so difficult to find the strength to finally get out of the situation we were in. My 4-year-old had to have surgery on both of her eyes 5 days after her birthday, which was also less than two weeks after we moved, so life has been extremely stressful and trying for all of us. Thankfully the surgery was sucessful and she has been healing up wonderfully
Aside from needing a vehicle, my children and I are all in need of beds and a kitchen table. I also do not currently have a phone (he broke it before we moved), but have managed to get by on communication via email for now. I am leary of sharing photos of my daughters, so instead I am attaching a photo of our sweetie pie cat, Hope. She got outside recently and caught a rodent. A bone from the animal became lodged in her esophagus and I had to have a friend rush us to an emergency vet (of course it was a weekend) out of state and spend money I was saving in order to save her. This cat has been a great rock of emotional support for all of us; especially the kids. I don’t know what we would do without her. The vet still believes that although the bone fragment has shifted, it is still lodged inside and she will need an endoscopy and possibly more soon if it does not resolve. She is able to breathe, eat and drink now, which is the main thing. My 9-year-old was stroking her fur the first time she started eating on her own and whispered “I knew we named you ‘Hope’ for a reason” and wow, that brought tears to my eyes.
There are so many other difficult things that I am going through right now and it truly does seem that the old adage “When it rains, it pours” rings true. I do not have good credit and am already asking for help for so many things on here that I feel guilty about adding anything else to my financial despair, so I will leave it at that. I have never really asked anyone for help financially before. This does hurt my pride. This does make me feel very low and like I have failed in life. But I also feel like I am on the verge of mental collapse and I am all my kids have. They need me and I need them.
I thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity. If you are unable to contribute, please say a prayer for us. God Bless.
paypal.me/forevergrateful2
Working hard but struggling during the pandemic
We are a family of 4, there is myself, my wife and my 2 sons. I work very full time as a nanny for parents that are both doctors. My schedule does vary, but it does not leave room for me to get another job. My wife has been officially disabled since 2019 and struggles with Fibromyalgia, Crohns, and some other chronic conditions. She does do editing for an independent publisher but this doesn’t bring in much income at all. My oldest son is 21 and still lives with us. While he does work, the pay is not great. My other son is 17 and is still in High School.
Pre pandemic, we were doing fairly well. Not well off by any means, but doing okay. However, with gas, food, and bills getting more and more expensive, this is changing quickly. Now we are struggling greatly and have done all the things we can to reduce our monthly costs. We dropped cable, changed cell phone providers, called others monthly bills to see what they could do to work with us. Food is the biggest issue. I have a list of foods that I have to avoid in order to remain functional and able to work. This means that I often have an issue buying cheaper foods.
Due to these rising costs, we are now behind on our mortgage. It would be devastating for us to lose our home during this time and I have no idea where we would go. Our home is nothing fancy, it’s 3 bedroom condominium that we bought in 2019. It’s small enough that it’s easier for me to take care of fairly easily but big enough for us to have room. I also have no idea how we would be able to move with the cost and physical work that my wife is unable to do.
I would love to either get caught up on our payments and perhaps a bit more, or get our home paid off entirely in order to reduce our monthly expenses. The picture I’ve added with this is a picture of our condominium so you can get a better idea of our home.
Thank you for looking and thank you in advance for any help you can provide! It is so appreciated.
https://paypal.me/skollath7?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US
Homeless, Grieving and Pregnant
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.
paypal.me/AlaynaM444
If I don’t ask I’ll never know
Thanks for taking your time to even think about being the type of person to read these types of letters.
I am proud of you for that even if I do not know you.
I just want/“need”/wish I could have someone to financially just push me through this so I can provide for myself without having to fear asking people I know don’t have the funds to help me for anything already.
I have got the numbers down and if I have my rent paid until may 2023 and my truck fixed now like today and save what I would be paying in rent I could have a good lump some of money for me to put aside in an account for my nephew for his future since his parents are sadly not going to be able to do that his dad passed away before he was born and my sister is very sadly just in the grip of addiction and needing mental health help but when she wants it she will get it that’s on her time I’ve learned, but the kid needs someone to set him up somehow and that’s me my dads dead my mom is disabled and I’m the oldest and that’s all I got so anyways sorry for the rambling. Also I am trying to figure out how I need to invest and invest into what,who,where,when..ect so I also can have a better future and possibly be where you are one day reading one of these letters and making a decision to change someone’s life even in the smallest,
The “what you should write about” example said I should tell you about myself so here’s that part
I grew up in the cowboy capital of the world and graduated in 2012 I moved to the city and worked at a motel 6 as the front desk guest services rep and from there I worked my way up to being the overnight manager at the number 1 resort in the south Western Hemisphere of the world and have really worked hard to try and be someone that makes me feel proud but makes others that know me feel good to tell anyone where I work and what I do. I have met more people then I’ll ever be able to count and have had the most amazing scary sad hilarious mind blowing situations happen and I wouldn’t change it for anything. Anyone you possibly could meet that may know me somehow would tell you my handshake is just as good as any man’s word.
but the hospitality industry will only take you so far until you either have the money to get your own property or until the big man decides to let you take over and I don’t have time for that
i don’t have anyone else to ask and I can not bring myself to use the resources I have as a human body / play with another humans emotions to get what I need to get going financially it just doesn’t sit right with me.
i feel like I may have-ish or may not have done a very persuasively good job on this letter but the instructions said be yourself so I did that.
Thanks again for being who you are. Tell your parents (or maybe not your parents lol) good job for me!
yours in service,
Haley
Amount 4500-5000
https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/haleyw814?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US
Some one give me a sign im starting to lose faith…or god himself really hates me..true story
I am a homeless 42 year old single dog Mom currently trying to survive in Fort Collins Colorado. Not only do I live in a city That isnt too homeless friendly Buy a local police department and sheriff. And I get it there are a bunch of homeless people that have made people like me like me look bad I’m not your typical homeless woman This wasn’t my dream this isn’t where I seen myself when I was younger it just kind of happened Starting with the covid nightmare Which led to me losing my employment and eventually my home And ended with this yes I wanna call adventure because anything else just makes me sad.. My day typically starts with a trip to the Murphy center to grab a cup of coffee and put my name on my laundry list and a shower list And hoping to be chosen which happens rarely then quick stop at food bank for anything cause at this point everything helps Then off to find a water supply That I can get enough water to hopefully last through the day with the Dishes, Cleaning washing of body parts and water to drink.. (Which turns out people really do take water for granted you don’t know how great you have it until you’re without it).. Then hopefully to work to my part time job if you want to call it that, basically on call whenever the guy needs me and this is doing hard tree removal and landscaping.. Also includes him making rude comments and telling me how much he is in love with me just so I could get some money so I can walk into the store with my head up and purchase Well needed items instead of shamefully shamefully sticking them in a bag. Trust me not my finest moments but when you need something that bad you will Unfortunately Take that chance.. And it’s not items that you Just want and cant have, it’s items that are necessary for your survival.. Then it’s followed by a 45 minute drive up into the mountains We’re hopefully Your camp is well hidden from the rest of the world..( So I thought) Turns out people are really nosy and they really hate homeless people..and on top of that but I was getting a visitor every night for the past week, turns out it was a mama bear (a black bear) and her baby Cub. Like clock work every night as soon as it got dark They came we were unsure at the time exactly what it was but my dog who barks at everything would start Shaking and we would just stare into each other’s eyes and silence. I would just start praying that we would make it through and whatever it was would stay outside as we heard it just ramsacking everything! going through the truck knocking the rocks out of the fire pit.. God answered my prayers in the form of a forest ranger who informed me that you could only camp for no longer than 14 days and that i would have to move leaving my camp and all the hard work to conceal it behind So once again we packed everything up this time we headed back to town and found a spot That I thought would be perfect 3 days later come back to a note on the tent informing me I was trespassing and I would yet again have to move And I had one day before the sheriff would show up..
I can’t tell you how exhausting it is time after time after all my hard work and having to move. I’m pretty much giving up on housing because every Avenue I’ve been down has been one has been 1 dead end after another I’m pretty much giving up on housing because every Avenue I’ve been down has been one has been 1 dead end after another I’m hoping to get a RV I’ve been trying to save up money but it’s really hard to do homeless i think im keeping the ice company in business and we all have been a slave to the gas companies lately.. And seems like the price of everything has gone up And I’m afraid it’s not gonna go back down Cost of living is crazy for a single person. Trying to save up for 1st and deposit on a place but…I think I would have better chances with a RV at least when I had to move I wouldn’t have to tare down my camp or invest all that time each time making my camp i could just start it ang go I know my dog would agree that it’s a lot safer than A-tent as far as bears go Or other wild animals for that matter. So if you could please help me get a RV I will forever be grateful..
Please help
Hello,
I’m drowning right now and I am seeking help of any kind.
I am currently homeless and 6 months pregnant. I also have a 7year old but his father is amazing and is very active in his life so he’s with his dad until I have a stable living situation.
My parents both died back in 2020, my ex (the father of my child on the way) left me for my “best friend” the day we found out I was pregnant and neither of them have talked to me since. I have no one and I just don’t know what to do. I have absolutely nothing for a baby, I don’t have anywhere to take a baby, I don’t even have a car to live out of. I have no clothes that fit me. I have 2 pairs of leggings and both have very noticeable holes in multiple spots on them. I wear the same 2 t-shirts constantly because I have nothing else. I don’t even have a pair of shoes, I have slippers and a pair of black socks so I’m normally walking around barefoot. I’m 100% willing to work and I am actively seeking employment, I’m just having a hard time finding an employer willing to give me a job being this far in to a pregnancy. They I have 10 years of experience as a medical assistant, working in just about every type of specialty clinic you can think of. I was the lead ma for a multi-provider family practice most recently, however I quit when my mom was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer in 2018. I was her primary caregiver until she passed in 2020, and then my dad passed away 4 weeks later. I didn’t handle either of their passing very well at all. A week later COVID hit and the whole country was told to quarantine. I didn’t leave the house for almost 9 months. My car got repossessed and I couldn’t afford to get it back so I lost it. Destroyed my credit in the process. Things have just continued in a downward spiral since. I do receive food stamps, I’ve applied for housing but the wait list is so long in every county in Colorado and there’s no guarantee I’ll even be selected. It’s a lottery type system so I have to just wait and pray my name is drawn when a unit becomes available. I applied for financial assistance through the state but I was denied because I missed the phone interview due to my phone being broken. I don’t have any money to get a replacement phone and they won’t communicate with me via email. I never know who I’m going to be around at any given time so its hard to use someone else’s phone number so I can’t reapply for that until I can get my phone situation figured out. The government pays my phone bill already through that EBB/Lifeline program however they won’t send me a new phone. I’ve tried everything I can think of, I’ve applied for loans and credit cards, I’ve made embarrassing posts on social media asking for help and now I’m here. I truly need help and I have literally no one to turn to. I wasn’t even able to help with my son’s school supplies, I wasn’t able to get him a birthday gift or a Christmas gift and that has got to be the worst feeling I have ever experienced in my life. His dads side of the family spoils the heck out of him and then my side of the family is just me, the mom who’s homeless who can’t even get her kid school supplies or school clothes. I’m lost and I don’t know what else to do. Literally anything helps and will be greatly appreciated.
paypal.me/momcena625
Everything is falling apart
Hello. My name is Arinn and I am 28 years old. I could explain my entire life story and how I got here, but what’s important to know is I have worked hard my whole entire life. I’ve been working 2 jobs for the last 7 years, about 50 or more hours a week. My boyfriend works at ups as a loader. We have lived in a house an acquaintance of ours rents us and we have been here for 5 years. There was recently a basement leak which I told her about, she said she would be out to take a look in 3-4 weeks, as she lives in Colorado. When she got here she realized the leak was from the fridge and had to rip up the whole sub floor and all. She tried to charge us $5,000 even though it wasn’t our fault. So she decided to stop trying to take the money from us, but gave us 30 days notice to move out.
So my boyfriend and I felt it was time to buy a house. It’s as much if not lesser than renting right now. We found a house we like and are trying to close on it. We’ll, we were able to take the down payment from his small 401k he has. We tried to pull out the extra $2,000 in it but ups declined it and only gave us the down payment amount. We don’t have the $500 in ernesr money. On top of that, my cleaning job which was my 2nd job for the last 3 years let me go on August 1st because they are expanding and we’re able to afford professionals, even though there was never a problem with my work. She also gave me 0 warning.
Our bank account is -$900 right now and we just had several bills try to pull and bounce back- the most important being my car. We also have not had groceries in weeks and are living off of water, bread, hotdogs, and grilled cheese and Ramen. Neither family is willing to/ able to help us. Both of our dads took their own lives a few years ago and we both suffer from PTSD. I am still working 45 hours a week right now but it just isn’t enough. I’ve been applying places but nothing is working out due to my real job schedule. I feel like I’m drowning. I feel like the only way out is just to disappear. I need furniture, food, if I don’t get the Ernest money asap we won’t even get the house and will be homeless. Our landlord is evicting us on the 31st which should also be the day we get the keys. We also have no way to pay for a moving truck or anything. It’s been a horrible 2 months. My landlord has broken me, my job has broken me, and my family has broken me. I just don’t know what to do at this point.
In total, I need at the very minimum $500 for the Ernest check so we can secure the house. Realistically, we probably need something close to $5k to 10k with the furniture we need and some things that need fixing and food and now I need to try and pay back some of these bounced bills as well.
https://www.paypal.me/arinndennis
Family of 3 with +1 on the way. NEED HELP
My name is Cody. My family and I have hit a pretty rough slump and are in desperate need for some help. My wife has lost her job and money was tight before that. Now we are 3,000$+ behind on our rent, My schooling is on hold until I can make a payment, and we are having issues with our only vehicle. Please, anyone who can help us through this tough time, please reach out to me with any questions or concerns. We have one 2 year old daughter and another little one on the way next March. We are in serious need right now as I am afraid we may be evicted if no one can help. Please reach out ASAP. Thank you!
paypal.me/CodyRobinett
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Glimpse of Hope
If i could compare myself with a living organism, it would be a cockroach. ” the self made comparison” comes from the idea that i just wont quit. i don’t know the definition of quit. And the realization that no matter how hard someone stomps on me i refuse to keel over and die. i do, i refuse to accept failure, i taught my self better. My life has been a constant fight of survival and growth. the formative years was being locked in a empty room all day and night by my dad while my mom was in the military. i pissed and shit in that room, sometimes days before it would be cleaned and i would be punished. i lived in that room. i talked to walls. and barley ate. i remember three significant meals, one was long john silvers from a concerned friend, one was my aunts birthday cake i stole when i broke out of the room out of hunger. and the last one was a bottle of tums i found in the closet (anti acids tablets). Starting at the age of 5 or 6 my mom left my dad for a man in the military. this man shortly was dishonorably discharged from service. My mother would be in service for months at a time during half of this mans we’ll call it “Era”. im not sure how or why it started but the first act began while i was in the shower late at night. He decided to turn the lights off an sneak in and pretend to be a monster ‘ mind you i was 5 or 6’. i ended up slipping and cracking the top of my scalp open, which at that point he proceeded to wrap my head up with a bandana while i was still fully conscious. and kept repeating i wasn’t to tell anyone. and that i didnt need a hospital. I say this happened between 5 and 6 because i truly dont know how long it took me to recover. it was just spurts of memory of waking up and eating. but when i did fully recover i naturally cowered in fear and was absolutley terrified anytime the man came any where near me. when my mom came home she noticed this and he said i was bad and that he needed to punish me alot so its just a ”flinch” from corporal punishment. except he didnt ever hit me. that is until after this initial conversation with my mom. he had one small conversation with me before it started. “you need to quit being a pussy and acting scared or i will give you something to be scared of, and if you ever tell your mom what happened i will kill you my self, you do understand that right? your mom is always gone i could kill you and say it was an accident”. Naturally i was terrified and i listened. but i couldn’t kick the cower. at that point it began he would act nice when my mom was home but mouth threats behind her. but when she she left for deployment it was over for me. he would hold personal grudges he felt i did and beat me all day everyday. constant beatings for reasons i didn’t understand while being condemned to fear and isolation. so naturally i did start to act out, and the beatings ensued and got more violent. he would come in to my room at night after an hour at a time and slap me awake or violently act like a monster and throw me around the room at full force and while scratching and biting me sometimes dragging me under the bed until i cried and then when i cried he would call me a bitch and beat me some more. he constantly called me names that degraded my self worth. this would happen for a few years until i escalated it by speaking out at school and showing my teachers the black bruises and lacerations from wires he would use to beat me. This is when he would get sneaky. he made sure no one believed me some how over countless cps visits. it got to the point he bought me a pair of boxing gloves for Christmas( 1 pair). at this point its hard to describe the pain i was put through. hours were days for me and weeks were months in my time perspective. This would be his new way to secretly beat me. Every day i would be required to stand in one place while he put the gloves on and hit me over and over and over. If i cried he would hit me harder. if i complained he hit me harder. if i tried to get away he would push me into a corner and hit me harder. i was not aloud to fight back, my main purpose was to be his ” personal punching bag”. and i truly was in every sense of the word, he was smart, it left no bruises and he could do this as long as he wants. and so it did. each day the time would increase. hours tuned in to literal hours, sometimes from wake up all the way to bed. he would just hit me over and over and over. it got to the point i could take such large hits that i could physically take his full fledged ground and pounds to the point i can never lose consciousness. at this point he loved it so he eventually took the gloves off and i took real beat downs from this grown man bare hands. and this is where the bruises came back and i was able to to tell cps again and include he had a metal tray on a cabinet, at this point it was sufficient enough to get a drug test and it turned out he was on coke, meth and weed. I was 11 by the time this happened. cps came in arrested him and i was ripped from my mom. confused i didnt know what i did would put me into foster care. from 11 to 12 i was put into care by a family with the surname Bullok. it was an over crowded home ( 9 kids) in which they used the kids for money and treated them horribly. it wasnt physically bad just neglectful and and carless. i got beat once in a closet because a kid ruined his bike and blamed me. and after that i wrote papers of lines. so it wasnt bad in the sense of something that wasnt easliy handled by me from past experience, but i will say they should not be foster parents. at the end of my time i found out i was to go home soon. not known to me “step dad was out of jail, clean, and a changed man”. so that is why i was allowed to leave because my mom didnt believe me and she stayed with the man and helped him get clean enough to get me back. Not even one day back i knew i was going to die. i walked through the door and my mom started speaking to me about how happy she is to see me, and then he peaked his head around the kitchen wall with a coffee pot in hand and mouth the words ” i am going to kill you” i took no time and told mom i would like to contact dad and stay with him, as he heard everything that happened and wanted to be in my life again. i dont have solid years of memory of time of events simply because it was a daily occurrence without end so it merged together. all i know is it started around 5 years old and ended at 11. At this point i got away, well i thought i was free any ways. now comes The Forced Real Life Experience. Now from the age of just about 12 to 14 and a 1/2 it was me going back an forth from my mom and dad because i was “uncontrollable” ” bad” “a Problem” because in there eyes it didnt matter what i went through, the wanted me to act like a normal kid as if i didnt crawl through hell. I had to be a Perfect kid while having them both deny what happened to me. and they werent willing to deal with it or allow me to deal with it. in both of there words and i qoute ” it was my decisions that ruined my child hood, and i shouldn’t blame anyone for the outcome aside from myself, and life isnt fair.” So at this point i left. 15 even. dropped out of high school.. i got a job at taco bell after having my parents sign a minor permit. and then i just left, i met a guy at a roller rink and asked to move in with him. it was good for a a year until they had me try meth, and they had issues with everyone in town. i decided to leave and go to michigan to visit family and get away from the addicts i once called friends, 16 or 17 at this time. started renting a room from an old friend from high school that had a group home. got a job at kroger and taco bell and lived there until i was 18. my then girlfriend was cheating on me so i decided to move back to Louisiana for a new start. and thats where i messed up. i roomed with another friend that lived in the hood and the neighbors were stealing from him and they blamed me since i was so new to the house. i met a girl around this time and she told me to move in with her. My friend got completely robbed by the neighbor kids the day i left. and i moved in with a unknown nightmare, to sum that up hidden boyfriends, using me for my money, wanted me to be okay with a triangle. then told all of my friends that i was abusing her. At this point i wanted to give up on life, i screamed at the sky, i begged for signs and they never came, so i started trying to subconsciously kill my self. i eventually moved to another city and got a job as a sever and made decent cash and was rooming with another friend, but it was clear to everyone i didn’t care about life and i lost myself, i spent every waking moment in the bar from age 18- 19. met a group of friends that were a bad influence, and i crushed on this girl in the group, so ended up partaking in coke for her affection, after being one night standed, i spiraled and used coke more, now i was never mean or aggressive but it was an issue of using in general and the increase of consumption, i was spending all my money on drugs, girls, and and random people who needed money, i was clouded by being ” the guy”. but then a ray of sunlight poured in. something in me clicked, i was instantly sober and in love. this girl came in for a job at the place i worked, and i just new that very second that was my future wife. at that moment all of the cracks in my armor seemed to fuse and glow. i just knew i needed to know her. over a few months we grew a meaningful relationship and we became exclusive. and have been in love ever sense. Now im 23. and you can imagine from reading everything that i most likley have very little. and its true. ive had no resources or support from anyone my entire life so economically im a failure. and my Girlfriends parents know i dont amount to anything and say it often trying to break us up. its true i dont have goals but only because its been an uphill battle just to survive an make rent. when i got with this girl i cold turkey quit every bad habit i had and never looked back. the only thing that gets me high is seeing this girl smile and be happy. she has stood by my for 4 years as the only person that believes in me. but i see it in her eyes that im not hitting goals i need at this particular age. i need a career, i need the ability to to succeed to truly make her happy, and i cant do this in my current state alone. i fear this is the year that makes or breaks me. we’ve had the conversation that if i cant grow into goals i will lose her. and i dont want that to happen. i barley make enough to make rent anymore, im $6000 in debt for loans on survival. and i make the bare minimum to pay it while properly giving my girlfriend the life she deserves. i write this asking for help jumpstart my life as i wish my parents could’ve. i need to get a drivers licensee a ged, and cheap car. i would like to pay off my debt so i can accumulate money instead of spending it immediately on bills. and i would like to start a trade at a college. and i would also just like a cushion of cash to get ahead and treat my girlfriend the way she deserves and the way she has graced me these past few years. Everyone thinks im a failure and doesn’t believe in me. but for some reason she does . i dont want to fail her. and i want to become a commendable man of society. ive worked so hard to be a good person and be morally correct, and the only thing standing in my way of success is unfortunately money. So i do humbly beg, for the chance of growth. Im trying to raise $10,000 dollars, it will be sufficient to pay my $6000 loan debt. and give me the cash to get day to day needs and most importantly allow me to get a ged, license, and a cheap car so i can become self sufficient and someone not only i can be proud of but the girl who has been proud of me regardless. i appreciate your time and consideration. yours truly, -a mending soul My Pay Pal is paypal.me/brisavell
Life Reinvention /Car Repair
Hello everyone. Recently life has thrown me and my wife a few curve balls.
We recently lost our place to live, as a result of an altercation where I was defending my wife from an aggressive roommate that was threatening her. Though I was cleared of any wrong doing, we still lost our place to live.
My only income is SSI disability which is only $900 a month, and we are not able to find a place for that amount and winter is coming.
Today I found out my car requires $793.13 in repairs from trying to avoid an accident yesterday.
We would appreciate any help that people will give to either help fix the car, which is our home right now or help with housing. Or both if you are so inclined.
Thank you for your time.
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