In the beginning of 2016 I decided to take LSD. This changed my life forever. I had already taken mushrooms before and really enjoyed the experience. So I felt confident LSD would be just as “fun”. However that was not the case for me.

the whole is experience was long, drawn out and uncomfortable. But the worst part was not during the trip, it was after. I struggled with crippling anxiety in the months following. It made me question myself and the meaning of my life. and it brought out all the fears of not knowing or understanding The things we all ponder as humans.. Things I never paid much attention to before.

After this trip I tried to confide in my roomate but he couldn’t understand what I was going through. This made me feel alone and truly crazy. After a while we got into a fight at work which lead to me losing my job. That night I went to my dads house and brought an 18 pack of beers and a bottle of Jager. I got insanely drunk with my dad and my stepmom and just tried not to think about anything that night. My dad drank quite a bit with me too. I’ll be honest it was a great time but we apparently had too much fun. That night when we all went to bed, my dad abruptly died of a heart attack..  I remember the morning like it was yesterday. I woke to sound of cabinets closing downstairs which Usually meant breakfast was being cooked and life was okay…. I wish I stayed in bed a little longer and held on to that thought.. I walked out of my bedroom to go down stairs walking past my dads room. I saw him laying on the ground butt ass naked which I though was strange but also, I knew we were very drunk the night before. When I got to the stairs and looked down to the great room I saw my stepmom on her knees talking to officers.. then it all clicked… I rushed back to my dads room and turned him over. It’s a sight I can’t get out of my head. And never will. his soul was gone and his body had been laying there all night. And I that changed something in me and took a certain innocence away that I’ll never get back. I had never cried so hard in my life before, and since then I struggle to feel or display emotions. After crying that one time it almost made me numb to the point that I resisted feeling any emotion again.

since then I feel like I cant face the emotions and anxieties that came with my LSD trip and my mind refuses to deal with the trauma of losing my dad.

I’ve lived in the same state my whole life and everywhere I go is filled with every single good and bad memory I’ve ever had. I don’t know how to get out. I work a meaningless 9-5 office job that pays me enough to not want to quit but not enough to change my life. I constantly look for an escape to this rat race and any opportunity I can find to get me out of this hell. If I could just win the damn lottery I truly believe it would fix my immediate problems and help me to focus on the good in life and heal my mind.

I don’t have a specific donation request in mind, everything and anything helps, kinda hoping for a miracle here.

https://paypal.me/fingersXed

Help please! We’re sinking here!!!

In 2006, I started the process to work for a company that I would eventually own one day. I’ve worked for them since I was TEN years old. In 2012, I took the leap and signed the paperwork to take over the company. I knew I was taking a huge risk because I hadn’t built up capital. In the six years I spent learning the business, my biggest fear was going in with no capital. I don’t have a family fortune to fall back on and I don’t have access to resources to get enough capital to build the business. I was reassured over again by the previous owners that the money was there to be successful and they were probably right, but I have ran into the most unimaginable hardships since…

In 2012, eight months after I signed the business contracts, the previous owner (my mentor) passed away. After six years of spending pretty much every waking moment with him and learning to run this business that was a devastating blow. After some time of grieving I attempted to bounce back, but that’s when my hardships began. I was in an extremely manipulative relationship that was mentally, physically and financially draining. When unexpected bills came up, it was my responsibility to “figure things out”. We had a series of vehicles fail and need to be replaced, of course, the responsibility fell on my to figure things out. My significant other had severe addiction (not drugs) dependencies and chose his addictions before helping to contribute to the household. This left me in financial crisis in less than a year, but somehow I worked my way week to week and survived. There was always some kind of new hardship, but somehow I always managed. Eventually I realized this relationship was no good for me and I left in 2016, leaving with my financial responsibilities and the debt he accumulated for me.

In the meantime (in 2012) in the midst of suffering from personal devastation and loss my family fell apart because of the poor choices of one family member. So I do not have family to rely on either. My step father chose a life of addiction and criminals over supporting his family. This has been a nonstop drama that has affected my family and myself since. Most of my family disagree with my father’s choices and some family members choose to enable him. It’s a part of my life I’d rather ignore and not accept!

In 2016, I met the most amazing man and six months later we were married. Sounds like everything is getting better right? Nope! My husband served in the Marine Corp. from 2000-2008. As you can imagine (from those dates- think 9/11) my husband did several tours overseas and is now physically disabled and not capable of working. As if his physical restrictions weren’t enough, he also suffers from PTSD and the battle to get proper medical care and monthly compensation from the VA has been a struggle for four years. We’re still in appeals process with the VA and I don’t see an end, as we have been patiently waiting for years and something always goes wrong.

Remember that family drama I mentioned earlier? Well, that led to my dad having a child at fifty something years old with another women. The child’s mother is a drug addict and prostitute. Neither parent is capable of taking care of this child. Although the child is not biologically related to me in any way (his father is my step dad and never adopted me, however has raised me since I was two) I still think of him as my brother. On August 21, 2018 I received a call that has changed my husband and my lives significantly. My dad told me to come pick him up because he was in an extremely unsafe situation. After this child suffered extreme neglect for three years I decided morally I needed to step in and take custody. This was an extremely difficult and costly process due to the fact that in the eyes of the law I’m not as fit of a parent as his biological parents because I’m not biologically related. In August 2019 (a year and a week later) I was granted full custody, after a lengthy and costly custody battle with both parents.

Of course, there has been about eight thousand other hurdles I’ve ran into in these past several years, but that would turn this into a novel! I have just hit a road block. Bills are piling up. Car repairs are needed (yep, seven years and several cars later, I still can’t catch a break). Holidays are around the corner. Business bills are piling up. Business repairs need to be made. I’ve exhausted all resources. Failing and giving up is not an option. Too many people rely on me!

paypal.me/0311grunt

Hello!  My name is Kealoha, and I am a legally Deaf male living in Omaha, Nebraska.

I recently surrendered my second vehicle back in August 29, 2019.

My first vehicle that I would have registered in my name would have been a 2001 Nissan Altima GLE.  The car I obtained from some former friends of mine, who financed it under their name, under the stipulation that I make the payments.  I made regular payments on the car, and soon, the couple showed up at my volunteer work, and demanded that I give the car back.  They said that I did not hang out with them as much as they wanted, and that I only cared about helping the homeless near where I lived.  I reluctantly gave back the car, in which they returned to the dealership.

Less than 6 months later, I was able to finance a 2005 Dodge Caravan, from a shady dealership known for their $300 down vehicles.  The van was my very first registered vehicle I had in my name in my entire life.  Little to my knowledge, the $300 down vehicles are the vehicles that are in need of major repairs. the dealership failed to disclose existing mechanical issues as required by law.  I only had the vehicle for 7 months, with the majority of the summer undriveable because of not only a locked brake drum, but also alternator issues.  I gave the van back to the dealership, back on August 29th, 2019.  I thought that was the end of my problems, and I recently received a collections letter asking for $2184.65 for the van.  They have since been reported to the BBB for their shady practices.

I am asking for your help to be able to earn about $6,000 to purchase a vehicle.  I really would like to get one as a Christmas gift, and to do errands and to transport an elderly church member to the store as she needs to get there.

I also have two relatives in Iowa.  One of them, is my Deaf Uncle, who I last saw 7 years ago, and would like to meet up with him, and visit his home Deaf church.  I also need a car to be able to travel to see my estranged mother, who I have not seen for nearly 30 years.

I would like a car of my own, as the city bus system is not fully reliable, as it would take about one hour to reach from one destination to another, sometimes 2 hours if going to west Omaha.

With the car, I can continue to help the homeless near where I live, and to help them get their medications, get to doctor appointments, or to the store.

Thank you for your time, and thank you in advance for your donations!

Thomasina lederman

sheralgodina@gmail.com

11th November 2019

Dear Reader,

Hi. I am asking for a hand up not a hand out. I do not mind working nor do i minds getting my hands dirty. I am 33 years old and I have a son I never get to see. I have a puppy who is very big and loving. They are both my only ones i have in life.

I grew up in a family of addicts. I have a brother and a sister and a baby sister that is no longer with us. I no longer have a mom or dad either. I have no grandparents or uncles or aunts. My older sister is an addict and I don’t want her in my life. I have a baby brother who is in jail looking at a lot of time in prison.

So as u can see there is a horrible pattern in my family. I have had to do things I don’t want to do just to be able to get food and a place to stay. I don’t want to end up like my family has, i want to break the chain. I want to be something more than just another convict in the system. I want to be a member of our community.  

I’m asking for help with getting on my feet. At this time i live in a small teardrop camper on the side of a very kind couple. I have no water and a small heater, that only works sometimes. My puppy stays with me he is a pit bull but such a loving little giant. He always steals people’s hearts. 

I have a son that is 10 years old. He loves his mommy so much. Yet I try so hard to even get the money to go see him. That alone costs $300. I can’t even get money to buy me sweaters for the winter. 

I really would love to get a place and a job. I would love to get a place by my son that is over 200 miles away. I would like to get some clothes that fit and are warm. I would like to get a good supply of diff food for my dog so i would not have to worry about it.

So therefore I need a helping hand up. As i always believe every penny counts. So i am not sure really what all this comes to but for me it would mean the world just for even a few hundred bucks to help. Thank you for taking the time to read about me and I hope somewhere there is someone that can help.

Sincerely,

Thomasina and her dog bubba

I log into facebook and just want to tell everybody everything that is going on with me. Everytime I go to update my status, I delete it right away and think that’s just drama or that’s just depressing. We all have a story, we all have our struggles but when is it going to end. I can’t get over hoping that someday I will be on top of the world. I will be able to give my children all that they deserve. I have 3 wonderful children. They have their moments just as any teenager would but I have been blessed. Dacqurri, my precious Dacqurri. He’s my world, he was the answer to all my childhood prayers. He works so hard in school to get into college and is an amazing cook. He shoots for the top everytime. He is an amazing writer. He’s been writing stories since he was six years old. He has a temper but is doing very well controlling it. He’s been through so much. Hormone change was his worst years but he came up from it, on top, as usual. Then I have Ethan. Ethan is my autisitc son who was non-verbal as a small child and thank God to PlayStation who taught my amazing son to speak more clearly and more often. Therapy was amazing and helped a lot but the PlayStation life is what did it for him. Not only did it help him become more verbal but also taught him to read and spell. Video games is the answer to any nonverbal child.. LOL! He still doesn’t feel comfortable in a room full of people but has come a long way. Now on to Kira. Kira as a small child would freak out if you left the room without hugging her or telling her you love her. I really miss this. At the time it was bad. I would leave for work after hugging her and telling her bye 5 or 6 times, get about a mile down the road and have to turn around to give her one last hug because she was crying and so upset she didn’t get one more hug. My daughter is a little me and mostly my best friend combined. I believe in her and all that she believes in. She is amazing and impresses me more and more each day. Although she will not hug me and tell me she loves me anymore, I know she does.
  I have worked day in and day out, most of my adult life has been spent working and missing all the wonderful milestones my children have gone through. I have spent years working two jobs or 12 hours a day at one job, even trying other things to make more money like Uber. My main job I have had for the past 13 years. The job I will never be good enough to make a living at. But that’s all I know. I have gone for better paying jobs and get rejected. These jobs just don’t see what they are getting by hiring me. Someone who never takes a day off, someone who can make what they do brighter and better. Everybody always suggest to take a telemarketing job but that’s not me. I can’t sit on the phones all day for commission and make nothing. My anxiety can not handle telemarketing.  
  My husband. My husband is mentally sick. I have taken care of him most of our 17 years together. Over the last couple years I quit working 2 jobs to put some of the responsibility on him. To help him become a man, a father. He just doesn’t get it. He’s so worried about how other people feel about him and anything that is said to him at these jobs he takes it personally and walks off the job or gets himself fired. He’s not a nice person. He gets so angry and says stuff I know he doesn’t mean but he says them often. He tells me almost daily he hates me. He has stopped saying it to the children when he’s angry. It’s like he’s mentally only 7 years old. Someone jokingly says he’s a dummy or something silly he gets defensive and starts making you feel like you aren’t worth living or having an opinion. Anyways 100 jobs later over the last 2 years he just got fired once again. It’s sick. I don’t know what to do.
  Over the next couple of weeks my children and I are going to be on the streets. My husband and I have agreed we don’t need to continue you with each other. It’s become unhealthy for me and the children. All of my children over the last couple of years have at one point wanted to kill themselves because of his immaturity. We would live in my car but I’m 3 months behind on my car payment and at any moment the car will be gone. Over the past few months, knowing this day was coming, as tears fall down my face looking for teen homes to send my children to just so they can go to school and have a bed to lay in at night and a way to shower, I myself have thought about ending my life. I just can’t see myself living without my children. “A CRY FOR HELP!” I created a Go Fund Me page hoping I would be able to raise some money to get a fresh start. Start our lives over without my husband. To move far, far away. This was just a fantasy. Who am I kidding. Everybody is struggling. Who is going to help me?
  This is my life, this is my struggle and over the next couple weeks we will just be another family on the street. The way it was designed to be. But it wasn’t from me not busting my butt everyday and working without calling out of work in the last 17 years. Never taking a sick day, never taking a vacation. It just is what it is. 

paypal.me/kere1116

I log into facebook and just want to tell everybody everything that is going on with me. Everytime I go to update my status, I delete it right away and think that’s just drama or that’s just depressing. We all have a story, we all have our struggles but when is it going to end. I can’t get over hoping that someday I will be on top of the world. I will be able to give my children all that they deserve. I have 3 wonderful children. They have their moments just as any teenager would but I have been blessed. Dacqurri, my precious Dacqurri. He’s my world, he was the answer to all my childhood prayers. He works so hard in school to get into college and is an amazing cook. He shoots for the top everytime. He is an amazing writer. He’s been writing stories since he was six years old. He has a temper but is doing very well controlling it. He’s been through so much. Hormone change was his worst years but he came up from it, on top, as usual. Then I have Ethan. Ethan is my autistic son who was non-verbal as a small child and thank God to PlayStation who taught my amazing son to speak more clearly and more often. Therapy was amazing and helped a lot but the PlayStation life is what did it for him. Not only did it help him become more verbal but also taught him to read and spell. Video games is the answer to any nonverbal child.. LOL! He still doesn’t feel comfortable in a room full of people but has come a long way. Now on to Kira. Kira as a small child would freak out if you left the room without hugging her or telling her you love her. I really miss this. At the time it was bad. I would leave for work after hugging her and telling her bye 5 or 6 times, get about a mile down the road and have to turn around to give her one last hug because she was crying and so upset she didn’t get one more hug. My daughter is a little me and mostly my best friend combined. I believe in her and all that she believes in. She is amazing and impresses me more and more each day. Although she will not hug me and tell me she loves me anymore, I know she does.
  I have worked day in and day out, most of my adult life has been spent working and missing all the wonderful milestones my children have gone through. I have spent years working two jobs or 12 hours a day at one job, even trying other things to make more money like Uber. My main job I have had for the past 13 years. The job I will never be good enough to make a living at. But that’s all I know. I have gone for better paying jobs and get rejected. These jobs just don’t see what they are getting by hiring me. Someone who never takes a day off, someone who can make what they do brighter and better. Everybody always suggest to take a telemarketing job but that’s not me. I can’t sit on the phones all day for commission and make nothing. My anxiety can not handle telemarketing.  
  My husband. My husband is mentally sick. I have taken care of him most of our 17 years together. Over the last couple years I quit working 2 jobs to put some of the responsibility on him. To help him become a man, a father. He just doesn’t get it. He’s so worried about how other people feel about him and anything that is said to him at these jobs he takes it personally and walks off the job or gets himself fired. He’s not a nice person. He gets so angry and says stuff I know he doesn’t mean but he says them often. He tells me almost daily he hates me. He has stopped saying it to the children when he’s angry. It’s like he’s mentally only 7 years old. Someone jokingly says he’s a dummy or something silly he gets defensive and starts making you feel like you aren’t worth living or having an opinion. Anyways 100 jobs later over the last 2 years he just got fired once again. It’s sick. I don’t know what to do.
  Over the next couple of weeks my children and I are going to be on the streets. My husband and I have agreed we don’t need to continue you with each other. It’s become unhealthy for me and the children. All of my children over the last couple of years have at one point wanted to kill themselves because of his immaturity. We would live in my car but I’m 3 months behind on my car payment and at any moment the car will be gone. Over the past few months, knowing this day was coming, as tears fall down my face looking for teen homes to send my children to just so they can go to school and have a bed to lay in at night and a way to shower, I myself have thought about ending my life. I just can’t see myself living without my children. “A CRY FOR HELP!” I created a Go Fund Me page hoping I would be able to raise some money to get a fresh start. Start our lives over without my husband. To move far, far away. This was just a fantasy. Who am I kidding. Everybody is struggling. Who is going to help me?
  This is my life, this is my struggle and over the next couple weeks we will just be another family on the street. The way it was designed to be. But it wasn’t from me not busting my butt everyday and working without calling out of work in the last 17 years. Never taking a sick day, never taking a vacation. It just is what it is. 

I am asking for help because the past four years have been trying for me. I am a proud athletic trainer and do everything in my power to help others and guide them towards being their best selves.

It started in fall 2015 – I had just graduated from Metropolitan State University of Denver with my Bachelor’s in Athletic Training and been accepted into the Master’s Athletic Training program at Ohio University. I was part of a new cohort based in Columbus and the clinical site for my graduate assistantship was a division III university just outside of Columbus, OH. It was not long before I became overwhelmed.

My first supervisor suffered a brain tumor that caused rapid and frequent mood swings. Typically he was verbally abusive to me and the student-athletes. My dream was to work as an athletic trainer for a division I or professional football team. He frequently told me that I would never be able to achieve my dream because I was a woman; that while I was strong clinically I was not a good person and was too sensitive. I spent many hours crying in a back closet due to what he would say at me. Due to the brain tumor he also suffered from seizures and I kept close watch on him at work to ensure he was safe.

With the help of my academic advisor I was able to have my supervisor switched to a different staff member at the university. I admired my new supervisor as he was an amazing clinician and truly cared about the student-athletes. He suffered from bipolar I disorder and during the summer of 2016 chose to stop taking his medication. Things changed very quickly. He stopped coming to work leaving me as the sole healthcare provider for the football team, women’s field hockey team, and the men’s and women’s track and field team. I had no guidance but did the best I could to provide high quality healthcare to these student athletes. I worked nearly 70 hours a week and worked to maintain my 3.6 GPA as well. Once my supervisor had entered a manic state he was taken to a psychiatric hospital which he promptly broke out of. He reached out to me. I listened on the phone as he bought drugs off the street and told me of his suicide plan. I was able to track him down and watched as this person I so respected was arrested and taken back to the psych ward. I knew this was best for him which is why I took the opportunity to help him.

Once released he disappeared for two weeks prior to telling a friend he had acquired an illegal firearm and had plans to kill the people who caused him pain and suffering. At 25 years old, I was removed from my clinical site as I was the #2 on his hit list for getting him put back in the psychiatric hospital. I persisted and graduated with a 3.6 GPA and my Master’s Degree. Due to what had happened in Ohio I moved back across the country to Colorado to live with my mother. A few months later I was given the opportunity to work at a division II university in Colorado. I moved again for this job without any moving cost assistance for my new position.

Once again I had a verbally abusive boss who offered no support. I did all I could to treat and rehabilitate the student-athletes so they could achieve their dreams. I was given no guidance from my supervisor who eventually stopped talking to me and would only talk to me through another coworker, even when we were in the same room. I lost my job because he felt that “it didn’t work out”. I again moved home with my mother.

I was awarded the opportunity to work at UNLV and moved to Nevada to continue to pursue my dream and help others achieve theirs. I now work 70 hours a week doing what I love on a salary that does not cover cost of living in Las Vegas, NV. The moving back and forth across the country ran up my credit card. In May of 2019 I was rearended while driving for ride share to earn extra money, totaling my car. I was able to get a new car but I am struggling to keep up my credit card payments and car payments while trying to support myself and take care of my dog. The car and credit card total close to $30,000.

Any help to get my head above water is appreciated more than words can possibly express. I work hard everyday but just need some help to get my head above water.

https://paypal.me/aliaware?locale.x=en_US

Dear whomever takes the time to read this,

I am here to ask for help as I am in a sticky situation and I want to help myself out of it slowly but I can’t without help.

My dream has always been to become an artist and I tried my best to make it come true but it was always hard for me to keep trying and not giving up as I struggled with depression at a very young age, and also tried to take my life at the age of 13. Because of my depression and anxiety it is also hard for me to land a job that doesn’t involve me talking to people since I have break downs if i’m told that someone else did something wrong and if the blame was put on me or if a small issue was complained to me I just can’t help but break down. My mom which no longer lives in the same household as me always complains to me when she takes me to school since that’s the only time we see each other, she always complains that I need to make money and stop being lazy but never sees the side of me that fights to get up and continue trying and the side of me that wants to do art for a living. And I want to prove that to her that I can with my dream.

I love drawing and always have but throughout the years that I’ve been drawing, I have never able to find my own style in art. I am very good at looking at an image and trying my best to replicate but I know I can’t get far in the art industry copying others styles. So this is where i want to begin my new art life.

The money that will be donated to me will be used for a Screen Drawing Tablet which is $289.99 currently on amazon and a drawing software which is $49.99. With the drawing tablet and the software I will try find my own style and design things I love which is stickers. From there if I do well ill continue my dream of opening my own online shop of selling art and save up for a wacom cintiq and continue on doing something with my life.

Thank you for your time and i hope you can consider helping even with a dollar or two.

paypal.me/maykit

I graduated with 3.4 GPA (starting off high school with a 2.6 GPA) and 7 college acceptances just to be unable to attend any colleges, or get a job or even drive, because of my parents being overly controlling. I had one way out, it was a guy who treated me very kindly and was very comforting towards my mental issues, helped me through the abusive nights i had to face and much more. I broke my back for him helping him constantly with his school work while helping myself (which is incredibly hard with dealing with depressive episodes) I even encouraged him to get therapy and to get help with his social anxiety issues. As soon as I fixed him I wasn’t good enough anymore, and got abandoned. Another person who I loved dearly who abandoned me. My grandma who raised me the majority of my life left first, which was what got my abusive mother to come back to me, my distant family all left too, my grandpa who was the only person who’s ever been there for me died from cancer as my mother ripped me away and threw me into a different state so she can live with her new husband who also doesn’t care about me. I’ve been beaten down by horrible guys who’s have been vile towards me. At this point, suffering is all i know. I haven’t even scratched the surface of the suicide attempts I’ve gone through (which my mother mocks me about), near homelessness I’ve faced, how I don’t even fight back, How I’ve been forced to move again to a random state again where I know no one and I’m inside all day. My little brother who I want to be good for too and especially help him out because he gets physically abused for his learning disabilities. It’s all so sporadic to explain and I’m probably not presenting myself well, but I feel so done with everything. I promised myself to work as hard as I can in school so I can make it out at 18, and now I feel trapped more than ever. I don’t know where the money will go, probably towards my tuition if I can get re-accepted to my previous dream school, maybe to take an uber and run away. But I just need hope somewhere somehow, and I’ll be appreciative to anyone who can give me it,

Thank you.

paypal.me/cozymilk

Hi everyone,

I’m AR and i am creating this letter to ask for your help.
and by God’s grace I hope I can touch your heart.

I’m here in USA and been here for 3yrs now, i am working here as a therapist.

I dont have any family here and the reason why I decided to leave my family in the Philippines is because im the bread winner and I have to have a decent job so we can all live.

last year, i encountered a big trial in my life. My grandmother got sick and needed big money for hospital bills and medications.  I love my grandmother so much! Nobody can afford to help her since im the only one working in our family. I work hard so I can send money for her needs but despite of working over times it is still not enough.
So i took some loans to provide the money needed.
I was able to help my grandmother but sad to say after a year of treatments she passed away.

As much as i would like to go home and pay my last respect to her, I couldnt because of expensive airplane tickets and We need money for her funeral and burial. It was very hard on my part to not say goodbye to her but i know in my heart she will understand. Even up to now i dream of her and i find myself crying when i wake up.

Now i am facing a financial struggle since i havent pay the loans i made, I have a total of $10,000 loan due to her medical bills and funeral.

I am feeling very lonely and sometimes find myself crying because i have to be strong alone and kept telling myself I can make it.

2 months from now it will be christmas, a time shared with you loved ones and family. But here I am, for the 3rd time, will be here in my apartment crying and just praying that one day I will be able to go home.

And thats the reason why im knocking in your hearts, Please help me be with my family again and see my grandmother’s tomb.

Please help me pay my loan amounting to $10k and a plane ticket to Philippines costing around $1,200 roundtrip.

I am not sure how this works, but im holding my faith that God will provide and that all people has kindness inside.

If you happen to read this, I thank you in advance and will be praying for you. Bless your heart ❤️

my paypal is:

paypal.me/ARPacho

Hello my name is Jonathon well its the name I prefer to go which I am planning on legally changing my name too soon. But I planned on changing it legally right after my top surgery. I am a 23yr old Transman. I came here to get a little help with funding for my top surgery. The insurance I have doesn’t cover my surgery. So I have to pay money out of pocket. Now I normally don’t ask people for help because I prefer to work hard and do stuff on my own. But I really want well it’s not even a want no more its a need to be honest. I really need my top surgery. I have been on hrt (hormone replacement therapy) for I would say a year and half. It would of been almost two years but in the middle of the time I had stop taking medicine for about three to four months and started back on HRT (hormone replacement therapy) in April. Reason why I had stop because I had a lot of financial problems going on at the time and covering bills/rent for the person part I was staying with plus my part. An that was after finally moving and finding a better place to live. So to make a long story short I managed to save up about 2000$ for my surgery. My surgery is $4350. I’m only coming here to ask little help for just 2000$ if not may anyone that’s reading please help with at 1000$. Which ever one will be very helpful. I work hard everyday always tired and stressed. I’ve been working hard to try and save up to the full amount but each time I feel I got a free check (meaning extra check) to be able to out back to save towards my surgery. I’m steady ending up having to pay some type of unexpected bill or helping other people out. But when I need help people that I help act as if they couldn’t help out just little. It’s either my girl or a family that always asking. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind helping but it seems like something always steady coming up. An everyone knows why work so much but still don’t be concerned about how I feel. I only work hard so much is one thing is my top surgery. I never ask for much or hardly ask for anything. All I want is a simple top surgery but my money constantly having to go to something. I just want a simple top surgery. I’m trying my best to save up but it’s becoming hard to come up with the rest. Im constantly tired, stressed, depressed, this dysphoria has me down to point I don’t want to be bothered by no one. Wanting to be alone and feeling of wanting to go into hiding just hide from the world because I’m not who I’m supposed/feel to be. I have the looks of man but I visible part that makes it very uncomfortable. Which confuses other people on whether to call me a male or a female because they see a man in the face but when some look down they see the imprint of my chest. So it just make things awkward not to mention whats even harder is trying to go to the bathroom in public. Not all places have what is called a family bathroom where it has one bathroom for one person at a time. So when I really need to go it be confusing for others and also because I be confused on which bathroom to use. Because I look like a man with the facial hair and deep voice. But I have big chest/breast so  its hard to cover them up.  I have tried binding but that was starting to cause me chest problems of wearing to long and make it even more hard for me to breathe even more when I already have trouble breathing before and still from weight of my chest where I feel my lungs are being suffocated from the heavy weight/pressure of chest(breast). I was supposed to had a breast reduction but I refused to get it sone because I wanted my breast to be completely gone to down to male looking chest and my insurance wouldn’t cover it. An I dont want to go through multiple surgeries. So I chose to deal with and make myself sleep certain ways and fix my chest to were I can breath when I start having trouble breathing. But yeah. Sorry for the long paragraph I just wanted to explain my situation on what’s my reason why I am here. I’m not asking for a lot of money none of that. I just would really like only one thing and thats just a little help my top surgery so I can look and be that man (transman) I dream of being every since I was seven. Because when I am fully passing and look like the man I have dream to be I become real confident in myself to were I feel like I can do anything. But when Im not passing/looking like a man I shy back up and go back into a shell to where I think of doing something and believe I could do but I end up back out and choosing not too and become upset and depressed because of it. I just really want one simple gift which helping to get my top surgery. If anyone can it would be very I mean REALLY VERY APPRECIATED!!

My PayPal is: https://paypal.me/TransCommunity

I have never done any of these things before, but I figure that I should introduce myself and give a little bit of a background of who I am. I am currently 24 years old and I’m working a job that pays me minimum wage. (I work with kids that have Autism). I love what I do because it is so rewarding to be that helping hand to those who need it most. Growing up the only person I ever had in my life to help me was my father.  My mother was never in the picture. It has always been just the 2 of us.

After i had graduated from high school, I took a year off just so that way I could save up some money to eventually go to college. My dad persuaded me to start school as soon as I can and that was his one wish…for me to become a successful young women. I had started the Fall semester (the beginning of september, 2014). My father found a job all the way out in Connecticut making good money as a head chef. So he stayed out there and came back to visit me on the weekends.

One day, on september 16th I received a call at 3:00 in the morning from the hospital out in Connecticut. The doctor told me my father had been diagnosed with Stage 4 Cancer. Once I got to the hospital, he was pronounced dead september 17th at around 1am.

Since then, I have been living with friends. I’ve tried to get through school but, unfortunately, everywhere I lived, I kept getting thrown out. I was basically “house hopping” for a few years with no stable place to live. So I took a break from school and because of that… I am now deep in $13,000 in debt.

I then moved out to Texas because it was cheaper and again, I was living with different friends. Once I moved out there, I came across a dealership and they helped me get out of my first car that I was driving that had lots of problems going on with it. (My first car was a ’99 Honda Civic). No one told me that financing a car would actually hurt me more than it would help me. (In my current situation). I unfortunately, learned that the hard way. (About around $12,000 dollars left to pay on my current car).

And, because of being in times of hardship… I’ve even taken out a few loans from the bank just so I can live and survive. Eventually, I moved from there and now back in New York living with my boyfriend and his lovely family who have been a huge help providing a roof over my head. But now I’m trying so hard to get back on the right track and dig myself out of this mess. I’ve learned a lot of things going throughout my life from when I was 19 up until now that I am 24. I wish I had known all those things back then, cause I would have done alot of things differently.

If anyone out there can help me with my current situation, that would help so much! I’m not the type to ask for help… in fact, a little bit embarrassed that it had to come to this point in my life to beg.. but, I would definitely like to start over and begin adulthood the right way this time!

paypal.me/cici3694

I never thought I’d find myself begging for money from strangers, but here I am. I recently called off an engagement/7 year relationship. He was the complete love of my life. That thing you read about in books and see in movies. But he fell into substance abuse. After putting up with a couple of years of questionable decisions, excuses and being mistreated, it took him being revived in an ambulance from a drug-overdose for me to finally accept how toxic our relationship had become.

Unable to forgive the betrayal of drug abuse I broke up with him 10 weeks before our wedding. I have spent the time investing in myself and my future. I was accepted into a Yoga Teacher Training course starting in January. Finally, doing something for myself after years of making choices based on his needs.

However, I was slapped with a very expensive rent I can’t afford. He persuaded me into a two bedroom, too expensive apartment so he could have a room for “work.” I’ve been looking for a roommate for two months, but for one reason or another they keep falling through. I’m burning through my savings and my family doesn’t have money to help. After October’s rent I will no longer be able to afford the yoga course. I lost so much because of him. So many years, so much money on the wedding, and now I’m about to lose the first thing I was doing just for me.

I just really need a generous, helping hand to help me finally let go of this ugly chapter of my life, to invest in my future. I have very little debt other than $6000 in student loans and I have always been responsible with the little money I have had. But all of that diligence and discipline is on the line because I stayed in that relationship for so long.

Please help. I plan to further my training in yoga and bring mindfulness, self-care, love and self-respect to others. Practices that if I had used early would have kept me out of this situation. Your donation or investment will go on to better the lives of others. Namaste.

https://paypal.me/futureguide

Hi my name is Brian and I will be 60 years old Im owner operator of a big rig and my truck almost has a 1,000,000,000 miles on it I deliver produce vegetables to your favorite stores I love what I do but I can’t afford a new truck can somebody help me live out my golden years do you want I love thank you very much!! Brian 209-210-7711

Hello, I am a 53 year old woman from Connecticut and live in the home I was raised in that my father still owns.  I am looking for financial help to re-locate to Tennessee.  I was raised in Connecticut and I have taken care of people and my family my entire life.  I am seeking freedom from the madness.  As a teenager I took care of my mother who was sick with cancer until she died when I was 18.   I married my childhood boyfriend who became an abusive crack addict so I divorced him and I raised 3 children on my own, twins who are 31 and a 22 year old girl now.  I put myself through school to get my degree while working 3 jobs.  I dedicated my life to help those with addiction and my children became addicted to drugs.  I continue to work in the field of social services helping those with addiction and mental illness but I am burnt out.  There is an ugly custody battle in my family for my grandson who belongs to my youngest daughter and my oldest daughter who has guardianship of him and a  horrible, dominating bully of a boyfriend 20 years her senior who propositioned me in my kitchen.   I raised my grandson for 2 years on my own but fell into illness when I hit menopause and developed pre-diabetes and thyroid problems.  I had to relinquish custody of him to care for myself for a year and in that year I lost 100 lbs, got rid of my diabetes and thyroid problems but by then my oldest daughter was already enthralled with this bully of a man and I was cut off from seeing my grandson by him.  I believe he is being abused but because there are no grandparent rights in CT, when I reported it, I cannot know what is going on or how he is.  I love my grandson dearly but cannot see him as there are no grandparent rights in Connecticut, I am heartbroken and cry every night over it.  My father who is 82 and re-married a very wealthy woman after my mother dies,  who has since died and left him a fortune has been holding the house against me for years dangling it in front of my face, I was told that the house would be mine, I have done as much as I could to upkeep the house I pay the taxes on it as well and he always has some reason why he won’t give me the deed threatening that if I cannot care for him in the way he is accustomed that he will sell the house out from under me.  I desperately want to take care of him but he is not happy with my income and feels that he will not have the life he is accustomed to  if he lives with me.   I have given my heart to Jesus Christ.  I pray that my family gets it together but I cannot take it anymore.  I want to leave and I want to live the rest of my life happy.  I have had enough of being bullied, mocked because I had never made as much money as my brother did who incidentally refuses to care for my father but is fighting to get what what he feels he deserves from my father before my father is even deceased.  My father does not want to go into a nursing home, he outright refuses because he says they will take all his money so my brother and his wife continue to try to get control of his finances.  They told me that they would control the money while I took care of my father and I agreed with this because all I wanted to do was see my father happy in his last years even if I had to use my meager wages to do it but it is not enough for him so he stays in the house that my step brother owns who incidentally is a probate lawyer with millions of dollars, my father has life use of the house so he can legally stay there until he dies but he has medical problems that need attention and he will not leave and will not use any money to live in assisted living and he will not live with me as his standards are wayyy above what I can provide.  So,   here I sit working, heart broken and feeling like a loser because I feel as though I failed my grandson, my father and my children and I’m sick of it.  It isn’t fair.  I’m a good person but i’m just so sick of it.   No one in my family appreciates me whatsoever and i’m over it.  I am able to get a job with my bachelors degree in the social services field anywhere I go in the states and I have chosen Tennessee.  I want a chance for a nice life and I want to meet new people who might actually appreciate me in their lives.  I would love to see some of the world as I  have never had a chance to travel.  I would just like to ask for enough money to re-locate to Tennessee, perhaps to rent an apartment for a year and enough to get some of my things there with a U-Haul truck.  I can work and buy new things when i’m there.  I want to have a chance for a nice, fun life without having to care for someone else for once.  I have to let go and let God.  This story is true and if you think that is crazy, I literally have enough for a Netflix series.  Please let me know if you can help.