Hello everyone. I hope this message comes off well. I’m Em. I usually don’t do this, but I hope someone can help.
I come from a low-income, broken home. Both of my parents are deceased. We lost them at a young age. They were both extremely abusive and left mental scars that will never heal. It’s like covering an already healed wound with a bandaid. Me and my twin were able to attend college but struggled every step of the way. Our “family” was envious and never help. Whether it was sending “care packages” or just a little money for food for late night studying, nothing. Once we left, we were abandoned. But we did it! Once we graduated, we practically didn’t have anywhere to go. No “home”. Nothing. Having no home was usual for us. Our parents struggled to take care of us. We were in and out of homeless shelters. Sometimes we could stay at a relative for a few weeks before kicking us out. Other times it was sleeping in a car or a public bathroom. The idea of a “home” was foreign to us.
I don’t want to continue on with this tangent. I would like to fast forward to now. This very moment. We both work and we’re currently staying at a friend’s house. They are the most kind hearted people that I ever met. They’re practically a family I never had. But it also feels like we’re overstaying our stay. I work two jobs and some gigs during the weekend if I’m able. My sister does the same if she can. We’re both saving up for a place but it’s hard with such little pay. I’m exhausted. Completely burned out. I don’t know where to turn but to here. With paying student loans and medical prescriptions, I need help.
I appreciate any help. Anything. Enough to get me back on my feet with saving and therapy.