It’s said that everyone is created equal. As terrific as that sounds, unfortunately it’s far from the truth. We all experience life differently. Some seem to float through life effortlessly. While others, no matter how hard they work, or how much heart they possess are rarely able to keep their heads above water.
My name is Matthew. My life has been spent in the here and now. Fighting to survive day to day. Lacking the ability to focus on anything more than a week into the future. It’s hard to save for tomorrow when you barely have the means to make it to tomorrow. I’m not lazy. Far from it. But we don’t get to choose the hands we’re dealt. I’m someone who without question, will give you the shirt off my back, the shoes off my feet, or even the last couple dollars in my pocket. Hardly ever asking for anything in return. This has also led many times with kindness being taken for weakness, being taken advantage of because Id rather give than take.
The last 12 out 13 years have been living on the street. And it has led to many mental and self esteem issues. Taking someone who used to be outgoing and adventurous, and creating a very socially awkward inconfident individual.
When the COVID pandemic hit. I happened to be lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time to be blessed with section 8 housing. Along with two kittens who I get to share my space with. However, growing up I was never taught how to (for lack of a better term) how to take care of myself correctly. I struggle day to day and at times tend to be more stressed than when I was homeless. My electric bill currently sits at roughly $1400 due to an apartment with poor insulation and only receiving $221 a month in GR. 0
My main passion in life is music, and the way I got by day to day when on the street was street performing. However, the skill and passion I possess exceeded the money I would make day to day but I was doing what I loved. Unfortunately, over the last few years, circumstances out of my control and poor genetics has led to the loss of most of my teeth. Making singing, smiling and talking painfully hard and has caused me to severely withdraw into myself.
In short. I don’t complain. I also don’t like asking for help. But I desperately need it. Between bills, taking care of my kitten “children” and fixing my teeth, (implants aren’t covered by medical) I am who knows how many thousands of dollars short of fixing the big fixable issues in my life, and as each day passes I lose more and more hope as more stress adds that I’ll never be able to do it alone. (I lost both my parents before I was 19 and have no family to turn to. I’m a few months short of 40 and have done well barely scraping by, but I can’t do this alone anymore. Please help. I’m out of options. Thank you and stay blessed.
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