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My life was wonderful I met the greatest girl in the world 12 years younger than me.We lost a baby during late pregnancy and I asked her to marry me January 5th on the 8th we took a nap and my soon to be wife died on my chest at 28 y/o I wanted to die with her but had to go on for my mom and neices and nephews so I relocated to the top of the us in Northern maine just to get away while on this trip to get my heart back and mind I met my sisters best friend and I was so in need of emotional help we bonded fast she was so much like my late fiancee age personality habits all the same well she has lupus she is in hospital now in bad shape from her system being septic infection in her shoulder bone.We have an autistic son living in a top floor that is very small we really need help I wanna make my family happy I have surgery coming up on my back cut from neck to butt my liver is in bad shape and we r broke please help me one dollar will help anything please!you can even mail a card to say it will get better anything here is my address thank you any words of encouragement will be awesome..Kenny Carmichael 90 dorsey road Fort Fairfield Maine 04742

I am the custodial parent of 3 children, a daughter that's 17, and 2 boys, 14 and 9. I have been divorced for 3yrs. now, tending to the everyday needs, for my children and their school activities. My ex-wife had turned diabetic, from giving birth to the children and had fallen into a severe case of post-pardon depression, due to the diabetic condition that had worsened as the children were born, which turned her to alcohol. As most of us know, alcohol and diabetes do not mix, at first I was unaware, of how severe this can be, but as time progressed, we could see the roller-coaster personality shine through. After hearing from others about the way some things were being handled by her, such as pinning them down on the ground, to brush their teeth, or ripping a brush through my daughters hair in the morning before school, I needed to do something about it. This was hard to see at first, since I was at work everyday on a 45-50hr. work week. One particular event, that has been a soar spot with my daughter, was a few days before Christmas, when she was helping decorate the tree and had started to put the tinsel on before the ornaments. Her mom, was into about her 2nd drink, which had brought her sugar-level up, started screaming at her about putting the ornaments on first, and just about ripped her arms off, tearing the tinsel out of her hands!!! Last year, was the first year, after spending many hours with her, that she was brave enough to help decorate the tree.

My oldest son, now 14, has had some very bad experiences, that had put so much stress on him that he started pulling his hair out, until he was completely bald on top of his head !!! The stress was caused by being constantly screamed at for things, that he was even doing. The last thing that really broke the camels back was, when he was trying to restrain his mother during a delirious diabetic overload of sugar, which had skyrocketed, to over 600. She began kicking him, until she kicked him right down the steps and he had to come back up and body slam her down on the floor, we all saw the UGLIER side of diabetes that night !!!!! The E.R. was called in and they strapped her down on a stretcher, deemed her delusional, then rushed her off to the hospital. Their mother decided after that happened, that it would be a good idea to leave the family and doesn't have much contact with her children. I've spent a lot of time with them, working through some of the traumatic episodes, that they encountered and have lost a lot of time for employment. Now that I have been unemployed for quite sometime and being a man in this position, getting assistance or help is almost impossible. I get the feeling that men with children are discriminated, there are no programs in place by the government for men with children. I am now up against all odds, the roof on our house needs to be shingled, every time it rains we see piles of gravel on the ground and my vehicle is on it's last leg. The utilities are always in shut off status and I'm now falling into foreclosure, due to being behind on the house payments for heavens sake, let alone the kids being sick from time to time, because of the old and deteriorating carpet in our house, so I'm being told by the doctors.

PLEASE HELP ME SOMEBODY, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR WHERE TO GET THE
MONEY TO MAKE THE LIVES OF MY CHILDREN ANY BETTER !!!

Hi, I'm a 40 year old woman mother of two pre-adolescent boys, I am seeking your financial help to buy food because I can not work because of two serious illnesses that struck me: In 2004 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and personality in 2010 cancer of the breast. It is very hard to support my kids with my small pension.
Thanks to everyone who wants to help
God bless you, thank you all.

I have anxiety disorder, sometimes raging agoraphobia and also fell in 2007, causing two vertebrae to bulge and also did some nerve damage to my left arm. I suffer from severe back pain, hip and leg pain everyday and I drop things with my left had constantly! I tried and tried to push on, through the pain and depression I had but finally cracked and I was laid off in 2010 from my job for not being able to handle the pain or the pressure and stress and shortly thereafter met a guy who I will call Jake. Jake has panic disorder, agoraphobia and dependent personality disorder. His family had abandoned him, his friends had become fatigued with his panic attacks. He was in a bad situation being abused by someone who was taking advantage of his disabilities. My mother had over 20 years of suffering this type of illness and was in an abusive marriage, and I had had my own issues with anxiety and depression so I felt I had to help. I invited him to come live in my home. I told him I would do all I could to help. I arranged some free therapy. Introduced him to my friends and family. Gave him all the kindness and love I had in me.

I had hoped it would help. It has not. He is still depressed, still agoraphobic and the worst part for me, still has dependent personality disorder. Now for those who don’t know what this is, well it means I can’t leave the house without him and naturally he can’t leave the house without me. We have not been more than 50 feet from each other in the year he has been here. He can’t go and do anything like movies, bowling, shopping or anything like that so I can’t either, when I myself feel able to do any of those things that is. Don’t feel sorry for me though. I have fallen in love and this is a small sacrifice to make sure he is okay.

We both applied for disability five months ago but it is still working through the process. My unemployment ran out six weeks ago so we have no more income and to make matters worse my father who has early onset dementia with psychotic features had no where else to go so he is living with us now. This has all put serious strain on me. How to pay bills with no money? How do I help this man I love get better? How do I get my sick dad, who has no one else to help him get to appointments with doctors and therapist when I can’t leave the house myself? How do I get better?

I am in serious need of help. I need to be able to at least keep the house and keep the lights on. I don’ t know what to do. I am lost. There is no help for someone who tries to help others. I called the department of family and children services and asked if there was any government program or even charity they knew of that I could apply for help with and they acted like I was a crazy person. She was like, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do for you.”

I am out of savings and my bills are due. I have appealed to family and friends but they are all strapped themselves. I have sold my van, a computer and anything else I had around my house to survive but I am tapped out. Now I am here, depressed and hurting all the time, my friend is here, depressed and we both are having a lot of anxiety. My dad is here and has no where else to go and I am so scared. I have never been in a situation where I had not only my life but the lives of others in my hands and I can’t do anything.

I feel helpless, hopeless and sometimes think it’s not worth going on. I just need some help making my bills for now until disability comes through. Then some of my stress will be reduced. Some that is. But that is most pressing right now. Like I said, keeping the lights on and a phone and car going in case of emergencies.

On top of everything I feel so alone. I have to try and smile because I don’t want my friend or dad to worry. I won’t them to know I am gonna be here for them and not let them down. But I don’t know where to turn to get the help so that does not happen. I am afraid. I am scared. I am depressed and stressed. I need help.

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My name is Eliabe. I am an 18-year-old guy from Brazil and I need your donation because I need to move away but I can't afford it.
Let me tell you why.

I grew up being abused by my dad -- emotionally and sexually. I did not realize what was happening until recently. I still have to deal with the consequences. I became social phobic, anxious and depressed. I am still afraid, disgusted of and uncomfortable with touch and closeness, yet I am dying for it. An African therapist agreed to help me for free, so I am getting better but only very recently am I making progress.

Three, almost four, years ago (2008), my family rejected me over religious issues. I wanted to join this Sabbatarian Christian religious association (this particular sect is a minority in Brazil and honestly everywhere else but they're more present in the US and England) and my family rejected me and reproached me so severely that it radically changed my personality. They wanted to throw me away. I was only 15. I had nowhere to go. I was deeply shocked and shaken on the inside. I never knew I could feel so hurt! I had never expected such sudden rejection from them. My mom said I was a disappointment to her and that I would not stay under the same ceiling as hers if I wanted to keep my faith. My siblings made fun of me and my new beliefs. My father demonized me and said he'd take me to their religious authorities to “straighten me out.” They accused me of bringing a curse into our lives and treated me as a shame to the family ("What will others think?" they wondered). My relatives (uncles, aunts, cousins -- I have a big family) were all against me too. I did not tell my friends because they belonged to the same religion as my parents. I started isolating from everybody. I became very deeply depressed. I would sleep just not to have to be awake and suffering.

It was really overwhelming to me. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. The congregation was out of town. So I decided to give up on joining that group. However, I did not stop believing in them but I had to pretend to be in my parents' religion on the outside.

But then my life became a nightmare. I had bad dreams at night. I became paranoid. Every time I was outside, I would walk around the house many times before taking the courage to go in. My heart would pound every time the phone or doorbell rang or someone called my name or asked about my religion. I would feel sick and go pale every time someone initiated a conversation about religion with me. I was traumatized. I am only getting better now. I fainted many times as I got weak because my mom refused to cook clean kosher dishes for me. I can’t even begin to describe all the sacrifices and pains I had to go through not to lose my identity. I can’t, for example, go out on a date or have a serious friendship because I am hiding the most important part of myself. Try to have a relationship where you do things you can’t explain the other party. Do you think it can ever work? My friendships are all shallow because of that.

I am a recent high school graduate. I took a basic course on administrative services and telemarketing last year, paid by the government as part of a program in Brazil called “Jovem Aprendiz” (“Young Apprentice” in English). As part of that course, I am working part-time, supposedly to acquire experience in the field, though I actually work as a warehousing assistant in the company (completely unrelated to administrative services). As I only work part-time (4 hours a day), I only receive HALF the minimum wage, which means I earn about $2 per hour. Yes, I could save that money to achieve my goals. It would take over two years but it would be possible. But I can't at the moment because I have to support my parents and siblings. My brother also works and my dad has recently found a job after three years of unemployment but I still have to give them a significant part of my salary or else we will starve. Also, even if I could, I’d still be desperate because I have been suffering for almost FOUR YEARS!

So I want to move away because I want to be free to convert and live my life, have friends, a girlfriend and a normal life. I got a passport and contacts in the United States. They can help me once I am there but they can’t buy my plane tickets as they cost over $800! There are also additional costs as I need a visa. I am currently looking for a job there. There have been people who want to hire me but they stopped contacting me after learning of the costs they would have to pay.
So please help me. It is the ONLY way for me to be happy again! It doesn’t matter how much you donate. It will make a HUGE difference.

Thank you very much. God bless you!

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Well first of all thank you for reading this. I am a young woman from England and heres my story... A few years ago I met an American guy online. We really connected within the first hour or so of speaking and became great friends. After a while we both started to develop feelings for eachother, I can honestly say that I'm completely inlove with the man's personality and that probably makes me weird seeing as we've never met, but he makes me so happy I couldn't care who thinks it's weird :). We both really wish we could meet, we're both trying to save up but it's taking a long time. We talk constantly on msn and skype but I don't know if I can give long distance a shot without meeting him first. I'm not looking for all the money for a flight/hotel off of here, just a little help in topping up what I already have. Even a penny would be appreciated :) Thank you!!

A Desperate Plea for HELP… Donations for Luxating Patella Surgery!


I have a Service Dog named FiFi who is a Medical Alert Dog.
My Service Dog has been diagnosed with an extreme case of Severe Bilateral Medical Luxating Patella, confirmed by two separate veterinarians, who consider it to be a chronic and serious medical condition. The grooves in her femurs, where the kneecaps are supposed to ride, are very shallow and have caused her kneecaps to slip out of socket to the inside of the legs. Her kneecaps cannot be manipulated back into place by hand.
She has developed the condition bilaterally, on both sides, her condition is at a Grade 5 out of 5 in both hind knees, which is the most severe, and she needs surgery ASAP on both limbs.

The Luxating Patellas are causing constant pain and discomfort, decreased energy level, tiring quickly, bony protuberances, bowlegged, crouching stance, swollen knees and joints, poor coordination, loss of balance, limited mobility, stiffness when walking, a change in posture, lack of appetite, and arthritis pain.
When she is able to walk she does so with one of her hind legs further out from her body, while the other affected limb is always being carried because it is much too painful to use. For the most part, she must balance her weight on her front legs as she walks, while holding her hindquarters off the ground, which is severely uncomfortable to say the least. She is no longer able to walk, or even stand on her left hind leg, and is not able to move it.

The recommendation is for her to have corrective surgery on both knees within 2 weeks. The surgeon advised that, if left untreated, the condition will worsen and may lead to rupture of the cruciate ligament as well as painful deformation of the leg bones as she continues to grow. The surgery involves deepening the trochlear groove and modifying the joint capsule to prevent the kneecap from slipping out. If there is significant deformation of the leg bones, they will have to be cut, realigned and pinned. She will have approximately 8 weeks of recovery time.

As you can imagine, this surgery will not be cheap. The estimated cost (at a reduced price) is approx. $1,900 to $2,000, per leg, not including pre-op lab work, post-op rechecks, X-rays, narcotic pain medicine, a custom-built Wheelchair for Toy Breeds (to help her get around), plus miscellaneous other medical supplies that she will need after surgery. The Wheelchair (as prescribed by her Veterinarian) must be ordered online and costs $249.00+ Tax + Shipping and Handling charges).

If FiFi does not get the surgery she needs she will be forced to live a life of constant pain with a permanent luxation that could develop into degenerative joint changes, bone deformities of the femur and tibia, and may not be able to walk ever again!

Any donation that you can make towards FiFi's surgery would be greatly appreciated!

FiFi is an adorable Toy Pomeranian with a Sweet and Loving Disposition; a Sparkling Personality and Magical Charm. She is very clever, well-mannered, and is unusually calm and quiet. She is one smart dog!
She has brought so much Joy and Blessing into my life; I can't ever imagine life without her! Wherever I go, FiFi brings out the best in people. I know she brings out the best in me. I have formed a special bond with FiFi. She is not only my Service Dog; she is also my Best Friend and part of my Family.

My dog is a Service Dog, and she's paid her dues. It is a lot of money, but my dog deserves it. She's only 7 years old.

If it were for me, I would not ask for help.

But it's for FiFi!

Thank you all in advance for your donations, prayers and support!!


P.S. I can provide good personal and veterinary references to testify that I am a loving and responsible pet parent. I can also provide medical documentation from FiFi’s Veterinarian to verify her diagnosis and medical condition.


• Monetary donations are gratefully accepted.
• No donation is too small.
• All donations, no matter what size, add up quickly!
• You may make your donation via PayPal.

You can either mail Donations via regular mail or by credit card to my PayPal Account.

(Add Note: "For FiFi")

Mail donations to:
S.J. Wilson
1304 Bruskrud Road
Apt. 1116
Everett, WA 98208-4179

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Definition of Luxating Patella:

(Luxated Patellas are a congenital (present at birth) condition. The actual luxation may not be present at birth, but the structural changes which lead to luxation are present. A Luxating Patella, or Patellar Luxation, is a condition that involves the dislocation of the knee cap, where it rotates to either the inside or the outside of the leg. A Luxating Patella can result from a traumatic injury or from a birth defect, but it is primarily passed down through ancestral genes).
Grade IV. The Patella cannot be replaced manually, and the leg is carried or used in a crouching position. Extension of the stifle is virtually impossible. Tibial rotation is quite severe, resulting in a "bow legged" appearance.

In 2005 I was on 12 medications, mostly psychiatric. I got a migraine after 3 days of no sleep due to chronic insomnia, which I still have. My Dr. did not know how to treat it and gave me a flu shot and sleeping pills.

I had a severe reaction to the shot and got the flu which turned into chronic fatigue. I also developed cognitive problems similar to early dementia. I have not been able to work successfully since 2005 and have a lot of cognitive problems when I do. I am on disability which barely covers my personal needs and does not cover my bills. My partner supports me.

On top of this I have struggled with mental illness my whole adult life and have felt suicidal most of the time. I have been diagnosed with Early Dimentia, Anxiety Disorder, Bi-Polar, PTSD from childhood abuse and recently Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)which is very hard to treat. (Learmm about BPD here http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=17770 )

The only evidence-based treatment for BPD is Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) which costs $800/month for a 4 month group with intensive therapy.
(Learn about the treatment here http://www.cognitivetherapynyc.com/DBT.aspx )

As a result of not working I have not been able to contribute to family bills and we are 2-3 months behind on most. We rob peter to pay paul monthly not to get the electricity shut off or the car repossessed or foreclosed on. We faced forecloseure one year.

I hope that with treatment I can return to work. I am happy to talk to you about this in detail if you are interested.

HI my name is Amber, Im 28 years old, but look like im like 16. Why you ask, because I'm short, like 4'6, but my personality is big. Im just down on my luck right now, hoping for a miracle.

I was born with neuroblastoma, which is a cancer that affected my spine. Doctors told my parents I wouldn't survive, but here I am. Gave me severe scoliosis though, hence why im so short. I like to say, who wants to be straight, thats soo unoriginal. I have 2 kids, which packed on 10 pounds, im now 90lbs, I know not a lot but I'm 4'6 remember ;o)

But anywho, because Im a bit crooked, the weights kinda given me a love handle on one side, and one hangy boob, picture a picaso painting, lol. So I'd like to get money to enhance my appearance... I know I can't change my back, but the love handle I sure would love to target ;o) So I've never asked for money like this before but I figure it can't hurt. Any little help makes my life a little bit easier. Thank you, and have a blessed day.

Hello. My name is Allison. I'm 44.
My father was a schizophrenic my mother was a 1950's mom.
This was back in the early 1970's when people didn't know much about schizophrenia. The drugs made my dad really sick and he didn't want to take them. My mother, being from her generation, was ill prepared to deal with this kind of situation.
When I was 8 we moved to Woodstock, NY on my father's whim. Dad wouldn't work, so my Mom has to. I also have an older brother, Mitchell, who definitely picked up the mentally ill gene at an early age. After a time my Dad became really violent. He asked us all the time if we were afraid of him, but we were all too frightened to tell him "yes". my brother moved into a boy's shelter in town. He was 13 at the time. My brother got into lot's of fights. The night after the first time my father hit her, my Mom moved into a close-by seedy apartment to keep an eye on us kids, but my Dad wouldn't let her near us.
I was Daddy's princess which for some reason still makes me happy to this day. Being alone with him was a psychodelic nightmare. My Father told me that I was the Messiah(we're Jewish) returned to bring peace to the world. My Father said we would find the garden of Eden. I saw a lot of things that I'm sure couldn't possibly exist, but still think they were real.
It's difficult to explain what it's like to live with a schizophrenic. The person can be quite docile and then, on the drop of a dime, become a hideously violent person.
My father never physically hurt me, like he did my brother and my Mom. Nor did he ever molest me. my Dad did make me live in his mind like a cult makes you part of the group mind.
Eventually my Mother kidnapped me during the middle of the day from my elemenatarly school. She had got a legal separation from my Dad. He saw her car parked at a motel that night and kicked the door down. He asked me if I wanted to go with him or stay with her. I was 9 at the time, it seemed that the right thing to do was to go with my Mom, and my Dad agreed to let me go.
My Dad had visitation rights every weekend. He didn't show up the first weekend. We waited and waited.
The next weekend I slept in, not expecting him. Then, of course, he arrived. I knew it was going to be a bad deal.
The first thing my Dad did was try and kill me. He kept saying over and over, "why don't you love me!? why don't you love me!?" He was driving so fast and i was too small to see over the dash. He said, "if you don't love me I'm going to hit that tree and kill both of us!" I knew he meant it. We were going very fast but I got the car door opened and was going to jump it. He pulled the car door closed. I screamed, "Okay, I love you, I love you, I love you." and he slowed the car down.
We went to go have something to eat at some diner. We got back in the car and I promptly fell asleep and woke up in VIRGINIA.
Dad enrolled me in public school. I told the principle what was happening. The principle called my mother and she came with her father. The law at the time was if the kid was with you in a state, that kid was yours. But my Dad again did give me the choice to stay with him or go with my mother, and I chose my Mother.
At some point we moved down to Florida. My Dad was taking his meds so my Mom allowed him to follow us. Things went bad quickly and Mom called him from my Grandma's house around the street and told him to leave. When it was my turn to talk to him he asked me if I wanted him to leave to and I said "yes". He cursed me and said that he wished the same thing that happened to him would happen to me, and I'm not altogether sure it hasn't.
I've never really known how to relate to other people except tp people that are a lot like me. I'm being treated as bi-polar, but I have Boderline-Personality-Disorder and Post-Traumatic-Syndrome. I've taken classes that have helped me deall with sciety better. But the meds don't work so well. I have panic attacks being around people and hearing loud noises, which is at most jobs. I have trouble sleeping.
That was the last time I ever spoke to my Dad. He committed suicide a week later. My brother lives on the streets in Miami. And my Mom remarried somebody that is the exact opposite of my Dad.

Hello, I have just recently medically retired from the Marine Corps after 13 years of faithful service. I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister and a friend. However lately, with all the changes I have had to endure, I have felt invisible. I injured my back during martial arts training and didnt seek the medical attention I needed until it was too late. I had even gotten to half way of my Marine Corps Marathon training but had to stop due to numbness and tingling in the feet. Once I finally did try to get the medical attention I needed, I was told I had a somatoform disorder, which means the pain is all in my head and not in my body at all. After seeing a Navy shrink I was told I had a personality disorder and he submitted a Administrative discharge request to my Commanding Officer, I was devastated. I loved the Marine Corps and everything that came with it. I had no intentions of leaving it and only wanted to get better and seek proper care. Instead of getting the help I needed medically, I had to fight to keep my career and lively hood. After further tests, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, a pinched nerve, carpal tunnel in both wrists and buldging discs. I had to be seperated medically. Depression is not even close to the word to describe what I fell into. My goal-dream was to be a Drill Instuctor, fight a good fight over seas and put in 20 years. In the blink of an eye it was all gone. Now I had to let go of my aspirations of what could have been and now try to figure out what I was good for now. A little bit about my self:I was raised in Austin, Texas by my maternal grandparents, left by my biological mother at 15 days old on Christmas Day 1975. I endured a strict upbringing and borderline abuse, much due to my grandmother’s fear of becoming my "mothers, daughter". I have never known who my father is and doubt he knows I even exist. I had been the witness and the victim of neglect and child abuse by my mother who was and is still heavily into alcohol and drugs. She had two more daughters in which I helped raise up until they were left in another state with relatives. It was then that I left to the Marine Corps at the age of 19, mostly to find myself and forget myself. During one tour in California, I was made aware that one of my sisters, 7 years my junior, was in need of my help due to abuse from the relative she was left with. An uncle who had abused her from the age of 6 until she was 12. I took emergency leave and went to get her, I already married with a newborn, and I knew I had to lend a hand and help. The abuse and trauma was too severe and the state of California took custody of her after a failed suicide attempt in her high school. I continued my military service until I received yet another call, this time for my youngest sister, 12 years my junior, was in states custody and if I could provide a stable home for her. I was now a single mother of a 4 year old and still an active duty Marine, but again, could not turn my back on the need she had. I put in the time and the effort, attending family counseling 5hours away and meeting with doctors and lawyers to get the process started to get her into a stable situation. Finally at the age of 14 she was placed with me and I was granted custody. I enrolled her in to high school and away we went onward and upward in our life. It was not close to "traditional" but we had each other and that was more than what most have. I received orders to Japan for 3 years accompanied and although I had reservations about the huge change I took it in stride. I had pleaded my case to the Marines about staying until my sister graduated in 2years but at the need of the Corps I was sent anyway. In Japan, after only being there for about 6months, my sister started to self mutilate again. With that the military sent me back to my previous base and committed her to a hospital immediately. After a 30 day stay and with support and guidance she eventually got to a place where she could receive the help she needed to heal. She graduated from high school and is now in the medical field working full time and engaged. After that chapter closed the new one with my medical mishaps in the Corps started full force. I am not one to really get or ask for help, and have been in the business of giving but I am hoping now in the oddest of places, maybe I can, with my story inspire someone to pay it forward and lend a hand. I thank any donation and appreciate any amounts. I am trying to start my own resale shop online and hope with some assistance I can get to a better place in my life as sometimes the future seems real dim. Thank you in advance and God bless.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi. I have been unemployed for a year now. I have applied and interviewed more than 20 jobs, and been turned down. I only get jobs here and there, a couple hundred bucks for some work. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it makes it very hard for me to hold a job because I'm disabled. I have a lot of medical expenses- my medications, and therapy bills, I have no insurance. I also have three herniated discs, and I seriously need them to be operated on, but I can't afford it. I also have delayed sleep phase syndrome, so I can't wake up at normal hours. It is very hard, I am so often disoriented. I am worried I will not be able to pay my rent or for food for my dog, Maggie. We are good people. If you donate to me, I can email you a clip of me singing a song to you. Please help me. Please donate to my paypal account, or email me at miriamhart@live.com. Please please help me and my dog. We are scared.

Hi we are a Long time Bouncer and Bartender couple in New York City. The bar industry is both a Lucrative and risky business that has been our passion for over 10yrs. We know all the ins and outs of the business and we are sure that with the right location our dreams will be a cash cow. I have 8 yrs of bartending and management experience and my partner has 15 yrs of night club security and bar management experience. Together we are a power couple that can run a successful business. our vision is a small piece of old new york. A neighborhood bar with big personality. but we lack the funds to get our dreams off the ground. Any donations of any amount is greatly appreciated and we are also interested in potential investors or financial partnerships, with us being the working owners. Please Help us achieve our goals. for more info please email me at wildspiritsnyc@AOL.COM

I've been unemployed for more than a year and I'm trying to get disability for 2 physical problems, COPD and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and for a few mental problems. I have major depression, severe social phobias, general anxiety disorder, bipolar, avoidant personality disorder, and others. I am getting unemployment now, but it's not enough to live on and I don't know how long it will last. I've applied for disability, and I am still applying for jobs when I hear of an opening that isn't customer service. Most jobs here are customer service jobs, which is impossible for me with my social phobias. I can't even get these jobs when I get an interview because I can't make eye contact with the interviewer. Some days my social anxiety is so bad that I can't talk in person to anyone except friends and family. At most places, I have to take a friend or family member to be my voice because some places make my social anxiety so bad that I become mute and can't talk at all. I hope someone will be able to help me until I get my disability or until I find a job that is not customer service that I will be able to do with COPD and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Thank you for any donations, any amount helps.

I need to change my life. It's just not a good thing, living with your parents in your 30s, but its hard for me to even apply for a job because I've always had anxiety issues. One of the reasons for the anxiety is that I have a droopy eyelid and to correct it, the surgery costs anywhere from $2500 to $5000.

I also probably need a lot of psychotherapy because the same negativity that held me back didn't keep Thom Yorke or Forest Whitaker from persuing things. Granted, in my mind, their eyelids aren't nearly as droopy as mine but I can still see out of the eye with the droopy eyelid, so its pretty much all in my head. Knowing that doesn't really help though.

This horrible self-image issue that I have has very much been a damaging thing in my life, as it may have been part of the reason I dropped out of high school. I say may have because there were so many reasons, most of which could probably be traced back to decisions I made that were influenced by my own perceptions about myself.

What I'm making reference to is, when I was about 11, a girl around the same age as me was sexually aggressive and being a male, you're supposed to see this as a gift but I was terrified the first time it happened but it continued to happen because I thought this was the only person that would ever be interested in me, so I just went along with what she wanted. What she wanted was foreplay and sex and no kissing. It wasn't stated, we never talked about anything, but whenever I tried to kiss her on the lips, she wouldn't kiss me back, which is as creepy as it sounds and would just remind me that this wasn't a loving, caring relationship although I could've gathered that from the way she treated me when we weren't involved in sexual activities, it was just so depressing and it lasted for 4 years.

I had absolutely no control over my emotions and I was just constantly looking for outlets for my confusion, fear and anger which manifested itself in various personalities. I'm not talking actual multiple personality disorder, just that I'd pretend to be these things that weren't me like a gangsta rapper or satanic metalhead, whatever would help me release what I needed to release at the time, in the narrow little box that was that cliche and none of it helped because none of it was truely me. The problem was that different people knew me as different things and I was stuck in those boxes as that person to those people and being in the persona of, say, a gangsta rapper can get you in trouble and I ended up in some scary situations. Playing pretend isn't advisable when no one else is playing.

Anyway, as I've gotten older, I've found better, more appropriate creative outlets and the occasional bit of meditation has balanced me out more, so I'm a little less all over the place but some of the negative self-image is still there and it would be nice to have one less excuse for my anxiety to act up over.

I've never begged for help before. I've always worked 3 to 5 jobs to get through undergraduate school. Now I am in graduate school for professional writing and I am struggling every day. I have to keep my grades at an A level so I can get into a phd program. My dream is to attend Michigan State University's Non-Fiction program. I wake up every morning and think about getting into that program.

My name is Nay. It's a nickname. I'd like to send you a picture to show you who you are reading. I don't see a spot to post one.

I take care of my mother who has fibromyalgia (sp?), glaucoma, post traumatic disorder, and a personality disorder. I have 5 sisters but it seems that I am the only one with enough love and patience to take care of her.

When I first came to live with her, my mom stayed on her couch and cried all day. She spends 2 hours a day praying to God. She used to pray that she died in her sleep. She was severely abused by her mother and father and most of everyone. Mental illness is so hard for people to understand. She was afraid to leave the house because so many people have hurt her. Mom had not opened a book, learned to use the computer for over 30 yrs.

But now, I have her enrolled in college, reading 2 books at a time and feeling better than ever.


Now about me: I grew up in a very bad neighborhood. Only 1 person that I've grown up with went to college and has a successful career. I always promised myself that I would go all the way. I'll never stop working to be a better person.

I work as a nanny part-time. I am in grad school full-time.
It is really hard to make money. I live in a very sad state with unemployment rates over 11%.

I've overcame abuse, internal brain damage, beating the odds, and much more. I just need some help now.

I could use money for school, money to live on, money to help pay the bills, a car (since I live an hour from my university and my car is on its last legs), and friends. I don't like to complain. I like to tell success stories but this money thing is taking over everything positive in my life.

I just need a lift.

I need help.

I hope a really good person will read this and consider helping me in whatever way they can.

Even a good letter to MSU on my behalf would be appreciated. I have a 3.4 GPA but I need to raise it to 3.7 or 3.8.

In exchange I can offer a life long friendship. I am an extremely loyal person.

One day I will buy a house for me and my mom.
And then maybe I can focus on maybe having a family or rescuing animals.

I hope people do not think I am a bad person for looking for help this way. I have always been self sufficient, but now it is really difficult.

Please please write me a letter. Send me whatever you can and know in your heart that I will try to use it to make a world a better place (after I graduate).

Love and Light, XXOO

Nay

I need to go to 45 days of inpatient treatment at a mental health facility, but I just got fired 3 weeks ago and have no insurance. Banks will not give a loan to someone with no job. It's been 5 years since my therapist has told me I needed to go to intensive inpatient treatment & now that I have no job, I have the time to go to treatment but not the money. There's enough money to pay my bills but this center is $38,000. I've been told that once I receive this special type of treatment, it will change my life forever -- for the better. It's an actual CURE.
I have Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and the cure for it is called Dialectic Behavioral Therapy (DBT). Marsha Linehan created DBT & it's a proven cure. I've lived with this disorder for 31 years and I wasn't diagnosed until I was already set in a job and unable to take so much time off. It took getting fired to have the time, but now I don't have the money. Because of the disorder, I don't have many friends or family members that talk to me anymore, so there's no chance to get their help.
I know $38,000 is impossible, but if you don't ask it's 100% chance you will never get help.
Much appreciation,
Jennifer

(I might have accidentally posted duplicate(ish) posts)

Keeping it simple:

I need to get up-to-date on my rent first and foremost and I need another job. There are other things too: I'd love to make a Grocery Outlet/ CostCo run to stock up food and sundries... I need new glasses to replace ones lost in a purloined purse over the summer... it'd be terrific to pay down some medical bills or even just go to the dentist (it's been several years)to make sure I still don't have any cavities.

About me:
I'm an adult student, doing well academically. I enjoy the track I'm on and believe I'm on the right one to boot. I carry a full-time course-load and intend to maintain this momentum. I dropped out years ago and am glad to be back (I'm in my 3rd Quarter back) and it's good for my morale.
I'm unwilling to do any Adult work or anything like that. I've tried that route (again, years back) and for my personality it's no good- I just become sad and resentful and wasted (and I'm in love with someone who'd leave if I did something like that and I don't want to lie and he's good for morale too).
I do occasionally pick up odd jobs (housekeeping, catering, landscaping, babysitting, whatever) and that helps with kibble.

How did I get here?:
When I enrolled in school I was just employed enough to make ends meet and have a little slush fund too. One job from that time has had to cut my hours by 75% and the tips during my remaining shifts are also down. The other regular job I was working ended after my then boss became particularly inappropriate and abusive while late in paying me (I'm still waiting on that check which I believe will come in about two weeks- long story but that's probably within all rights).

So that's me. My friends would help more if they could (and they cheer me on and cover my movies and the like) and so would my family (older parents, teacher siblings) but they can't. And my problems are causing problems to others when I can't pay my bills and so even more I want this all solved. My landlord is the opposite of a jerk and I am supposed to be a regular, reliable source of income.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for helping. I will send out a God Bless request and continue to pray- however, if you don't believe in God that's fine too. Have a great day.

In the interest of keeping things simple I'm going to leave out a lot of particulars but here's the overall situation.

I am a full-time adult student who is enjoying being back in school, feels like the right track is being taken and is doing pretty well scholastically.
When I enrolled last Spring I was just employed enough to cover my bills and have a little slush fund to boot. Since then, my hours at one job have been slashed from 10 shifts per month down to two and that is from the restaurant itself being so slow- so the tips per shift are also down. My other job recently ended when my then-employer became actively abusive and said some things that were just going too far- especially when I hadn't yet received my paycheck and am still waiting.
I refuse to do anything sketchy to help out even though this doggy-paddling has me getting tired and nearer to drowning. I've been a working girl in the past and am relishing my nowadays legitimacy (for lack of a better term), my partner and my self-respect. Adult stuff isn't a match for my personality. I here and there do odd jobs- housecleaning, babysitting, whatever really- but with a full plate academically, no car, the economy being shinola that's not remotely enough except for to keep me and the critter in kibble. I currently am behind several hundred dollars on my immediate bills. There are other bills (medical, old student loans, etc)but that's not why I'm here. I need to pay up my rent ($1025) so that I'm back on an on-time cycle (falling behind a couple of months ago has landed me in a constant deficit), I need to do a Big, cheap Grocery Outlet/ CostCo run so as to stock up on food and sundries and I need a new pair of glasses (my purse was stolen last quarter and though I've been able to replace most of what was in my wallet I can't afford an eye-exam/ glasses. And I NEED A JOB. The bills and the job are paramount.
I'm a good person, if a little bit scatterbrained. I don't see the point of not maintaining the momentum I have in school- I've dropped out before and it took over a decade to get back to it- and so I'm sticking with it; morale's high in that regard and I'll be better protected from similar situations in the future. I have friends from nearly 30 years ago and others more recently made. If any of them could they'd help (they do help with the occasional outing or just company and as a cheering squad they're extraordinary).
I need to fix this asap. And not just for me. My landlord is also a good person (probably a better person at the end of the day, really) and this hole I'm in is messing up them as well. Thank you.