3 years ago, I got sick with an illness that has caused me at a very young age 28-30 to have 2 heart attacks and a mini stroke. Diagnosed with Lyme Disease and Morgellons, and MRSA, Heart disease, and lots of other horrible things, I am now 32, and forced to move home. I have no income because of being sick, and there are literally NO programs around here that help people like me. I struggle every day just to have enough to feed myself and my son, my mother is disabled and cannot work, my father works TOO much and can barely cover bills. We get foods stamps, but because I live with them can not get my own, and there are no housing programs around here. I live in the middle of nowhere. This is becoming a stressful thing for me, to be broke like this. People say oh I know how you feel, some may very well be telling the truth. But search your hearts, and realize one thing? Go ahead and report this post for me saying it, I really don't care, but some people are flat out lying be cause they do not want to part with money. And I remember very well what it is like to have money, and lots to spare. I HELPED people, I GAVE to people, I SERVED others with my resources, and now I am on the brunt end of a very sharp, thorn lined stick, and have no one. My biological family disowned me because I am quote ' Too much like my mother. ' SHES DEAD. That, my friend, is not fair. But such is life. I know how this sounds, and the thought running through your head is ' oh here's another faker begging for money from innocent people '. NO ONE is innocent, and I am not the only one in need. There are people far worse off than I am. But I simply do not know what to do. I have done everything humanly possible to get help to no avail. A few people in the past have helped me for which I am eternally grateful, but you do not comprehend what it is like to have nothing, and have it actually NOT BE YOUR OWN FAULT. Or maybe you do. If so, then you know what this feels like. Humbling myself to be this open and honest is not somethign I usually do anymore, but here I am one last time with my heart on my sleeve, and my soul in knots, hoping that someone will see this for what it is. A plea for humans to just be human. Compassion. Love, even. Imagine that. I need advice on what to do. Thank you. |
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