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Desperate Need for Residential Psychiatric Care
Posted by Frenchie01 on 2012-05-23 16:58:00
I now understand that I was dealing with a psychopath.
After that man was incarcerated I tried to rebuild and began a relationship with another man who later went to prison for a charge that he accepted for someone else basically. While he was incarcerated my best friend of over 20 year died of unknown and still unexplainable causes. Once the man that I was with came home I then suffered two miscarriages.
I am told by my physicians that the constant state of being in a heightened and frightened state caused post traumatic stress disorder which led to an anxiety disorder coupled with daily panic attacks and agoraphobia.
Due to my condition I lost my job and no longer have health insurance. I am unable to drive or leave my house 90% of the time. I have been hospitalized on several occasions in an attempt to control the anxiety and depression that seem to only be getting worse. I feel over medicated but still as if nothing is working.
My physicians have suggested a residential psychatric program that would last approximately 30-45 days to assist me in in getting a handle on these conditions and assist me in regaining control of my life. However these programs are all self pay even if I did have insurance and range from 40-60,000 for the complete care in a facilty that can handle both the medical and therapeutic side of psychiatric care.
There is simply no way that I can accomplish this, but I feel as if I am slipping away and I am scared that I will never come back.
I just want my life back. To be free from these nightmares, this panic, these fears and to not live my life on medications that due nothing but make me a zombie. I had a life and a plan, I was going somewhere, and now I can't even leave my house for weeks sometimes months at a time.
My parents have basically been placed in financial ruin to assist me during this time, and they can no longer assist me. I am scared beyond words, If I don't find a way to get help, to get better, I fear for what will happen to me, how I will live, pay bills, work, be a functinal member of society.
I feel that committing to a residential program as suggested is my only option left, my only option for survival. I am desperate and scared. But I don't know how to accomplish what seems to be the only hope.
Please Help, someone please throw me a rope, I am desperate, lost in a dark pit somewhere, I can't see out, there seems to be no way out......I need a rope.....Please help.
help with paying my bills
Posted by miljo1 on 2012-05-20 14:58:20
Books of Brian Tracy and Robert Kyiosaki won't help me , no seminars or personal trainer. I want to fulfill my dreams, I want to have the possibility to study, travel, and in the future, I want to live in my dream home.
At the moment i'm unemployed and I realy need your financial help to pay my bils and fulfill my dreams.
I have a precise plan. I know it may take some time but I am prepared for this.
I address these words to the people drawing the joy from sharing and fulfilling dreams of others.
Posted by miljo on 2012-05-07 17:58:22
Books of Brian Tracy and Robert Kyiosaki won't help me , no seminars or personal trainer. I want to fulfill my dreams, I want to have the possibility to study, travel, and in the future, I want to live in my dream home.
At the moment i'm unemployed and I realy need your financial help to pay my bils and fulfill my dreams.
I have a precise plan. I know it may take some time but I am prepared for this.
âThe size of your success is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dream; and how you handle disappointment along the way.â
---Robert Kiyosaki---
Invest in a shining star please
Posted by Golden999 on 2012-05-03 12:58:04
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-23 14:58:47
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-23 14:58:47
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-23 14:58:46
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-23 14:58:46
Help needed for my univeristy studies
Posted by MedusaUK on 2012-04-22 09:58:05
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-04 14:58:51
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-04 14:58:50
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-04 14:58:50
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-04-04 14:58:50
If Only I Saw It Coming!!
Posted by Ashamaaus on 2012-03-29 22:58:53
I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12â¦..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.
In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.
It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheathâ¦â¦.the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.
In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this informationâ¦..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place with deep despairâ¦..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robberyâ¦..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of propertyâ¦..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.
I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day, As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.
I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to make me a loan & work out a payment arrangement, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD symptoms that continue to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!
Heartfelt Plea from Broken & Wounded Angel
Posted by Ashamaaus on 2012-03-29 20:58:49
I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12â¦..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.
In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.
It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheathâ¦â¦.the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.
In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in other life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this informationâ¦..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place accompanied by deep despairâ¦..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robberyâ¦..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of propertyâ¦..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.
I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day. As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.
I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to believe in me & offer me a loan & payment arrangements, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD that continues to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!
Restruant/Bar Start Up
Posted by SmallBusinessStarter on 2012-03-11 16:58:11
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-02-09 09:58:56
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-02-09 09:58:56
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-02-09 09:58:56
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-02-09 09:58:55
Tummy Tuck :(
Posted by stacylynn on 2012-02-06 14:58:05
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Please help me clear debt that is drowning me
Posted by George180262 on 2012-02-06 11:58:11
I have, for the last 15 years, struggled to make ends meet, following periods of ill-health, bad luck and catastrophic decision making. My circumstances are now very desperate indeed, and have even considered suicide.
In 1997 I suffered from a period of depression, that became so severe that I was forced to give up my job, and borrowed money to cover my mortgage and keep my house. Unfortunately the repayments on this ever increasing debt snowballed, and I found myself unable to meet my mortgage and household bills. I had ploughed my life savings into the home, and lost it all.
In 2006 I was approached by a friend, who was concerned for my financial circumstances, and suggested that we buy an old property, renovate it and sell it for a profit. I was desperate to make some money, and trusted my friend. I would refer you to full details of this in my Beg, as the project ended in complete failure having been ripped off by an unscrupulous builder. Work that should have taken 3 months took in excess of 9, and I ended up carrying out all the work myself. I regularly worked at the house from the early hours until well past midnight. The long hours left me exhausted, and in October 2008 I had a breakdown. I simply couldnât carry on, and collapsed at work. My employer at the time was an unforgiving and vindictive man, and he said that I would be suspended if my work didnât improve. I was afraid that I would lose my job, and under considerable psychological pressure from my employer I was forced to resign.
Following the failed business venture, which had plunged me into further debt, my breakdown and subsequent loss of my job, I simply couldnât cope and pushed me into a long period of depression that became so severe that I planned to take my life. At the time I was so ill that I was unable to hold down a job, and this simply added to my woes - whilst out of work and undergoing intensive counselling I borrowed further. By the end of 2009 I was £15,000 ($23,250) in debt. I desperately want to rebuild my life now, but it is difficult to do so when I am saddled with a debt that is crippling me. Between 2009 and December 2010 my debt increased - there is no answer to it, and I will never ever me able to clear the £18,000 ($27,900) that I now owe. It is a debt that cripples me and prevents me from having a normal, happy life. I am 50 in February 2012, but have no future. I am tired of being worried, stressed, unable to sleep, and being depressed. Please, please help me start my life all over again. Please read my full story, and contact me if you have any questions. Thank you.
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-01-30 14:58:19
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-01-30 14:58:15
IN DESPERATE NEED OF PLASTIC SURGERY.. PLEASE HELP!!! WILLING TO EVEN DO A LOAN!!!
Posted by lovelyangel741 on 2012-01-30 14:58:13
