Traumatic Tags

I am faced with an impossible request I think. 3 years ago I was a strong, confident woman, 13 credit hours away from a BS in Biology with plan of going to graduate school. I was in an extremely abusive relationship with a man that I had to assist authorities in putting in prison. The same man left his daughter in my custody under the pretenses that her mother had abandoned her. I cared for her for two years as the only mother she knew before I found out that he had in fact kept her from her real mother and I had to return her to her biological mother. That same man sent people after me to attack me later and forced me to fear for my life. I still do.

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.

Hello everyone, my name is Ryan and I am 18 years old. I live in Baltimore, Maryland. I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after witnessing the sudden death of the closest person to me in the ENTIRE world, my best friend who lost his life 7 months ago. Many times I become anxious or depressed, and my SSRI medication allows me to function in a normal society. I am currently and constantly looking for work, however I have been unsuccessful in the past few weeks. I can no longer afford to pay for my medicines, and I can not afford to pay for my doctor visits. Without getting back on my medications it will be difficult to acquire a job and without income I may end up homeless. I am 18 years old looking to get my self together mentally so I can set myself on a positive track to successfully live the rest of my life! Anything would be highly appreciated. God Bless

Hi, I was recently living in Cancun working and studying. Somebody starting stalking me and would break into my apartment whenever I was out. They stole my cameras, my computer, my clothes, my ipod. The last night that I was there they went in to try to do something to me. It was a traumatic experience and I decided to go home to Canada. However, now that I am here I have no job and no computer. I am job hunting but would really appreciate a donation to help me replace some of the stolen items. I also need to pay to have some of my stuff that is at a friends house in Mexico shipped to me here in Canada. Please help me! It would be greatly appreciated.

My best friend was recently diagnosed with cancer. She's too proud to ask for help herself, and I'm one of the few people in her life that even knows she's sick. Her own family (who recently disowned her after she broke up with a fiance they liked) doesn't even know what's going on.

My friend started having a panic attack after doing some calculations and realizing that she can't afford her final semester of college this August after paying for Chemotherapy and some unexpected car repairs. Her family refuses to give her the information she needs to fill out her FAFSA, so she can't even get student loans.

I couldn't stand seeing her like that -- She's been struggling with issues for years due to a traumatic childhood, and to see her dreams of graduating fall apart due to money issues was too much to bear.

So I told her I'd pay for her last semester, in full. And looking at my finances, I will be able to pay for most of it if I penny-pinch, don't eat out, avoid driving anywhere I don't need to, and donate some blood to the local blood bank. But it looks like even with doing that, I'll come up about $500 or $600 short.

If you can donate and help out, I'd be forever grateful for you helping her dreams come true. If you can't donate, have any ideas on how someone living in the Clark County, Nevada area could make some money over the weekends, let me know in the comments.

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 !!!

Please if you can help it would be greatly appreciated, In 2010 my twin brother passed away due too post traumatic problems he lived alone and no one knew that he had died in his sleep thus it took a while before his body was discovered his remains had to be cremated and ever since the funeral home in South Carolina send his ashes back to our hometown his ashes have been resting in a garage. I feel his remains deserves a proper burial at Arlington National Cemetery in Washington, DC he had been awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze Star. I would like to drive home this coming summer and take his ashes to Arlington but I need money for traveling expenses(Gas,Lodging and Food).

A hit and run drunk driver has left my family and I in financial ruin with over $200,000 in medical bills and unpaid business expenses when my restaurant had to close while I was in the hospital for months recovering from a traumatic brain injury, broken arm, and many other misc. injuries. Your donations will help my family get back on our feet to go back into business and again be a productive member of society! We appreciate your help!!!

In 2010 i had a good job with wife and kids. in june of that year i luckily found i had cancer. i had a kidney removed and then returned to work 4 weeks later, i was however laid off because there wasn't any work. i have 3 kids to support and i have just adopted my eldest daughter because her mother attempted suicide. i suffer from post traumatic stress disorder followning my cancer and am unable to go to the toilet which now i am in emdr therapy because this leaves me unable to work. we are stuggling to find anysort of money to live on and the bills are piling up, i would just like some relief to concentrate on getting better and i will donate happily myself once i get back onto my feet.

I just want to get these things paid off and get on with my life. Find ameaningless job that pays the bills and attempt to live my life out in a dark corner somewhere where nobodoy bothers me any more. i am at my wit's end. 90 calls per month from sallie mae. I can set my sleep and eating schedule by the way they call, once at 8:30 AM, once at 1:30 pm, and once at 7pm. Sometimes more depending on how they are set up, and from how many callcenters they are operating. I am depressed, hopeless, and unemployed. I have been looking through 2 HEARTBREAKING YEARS of unemployment, and my degree is useless and obsolete now. If things continue as they are I'm scheduled to retire about fifteen years after my 115th birthday. I am angry, suicidally depressed, anxious, hopeless, all of that rolled into one big human ball of failed promises, traumatic experiences, abusive relationships and broken dreams. I want to be able to heal. To get back on my feet and limp my way toward recovery, and that's how people can help me. I need to get out of debt. i can't take this anymore. i have a paypal account so please click on it. I would appreciate some help, and any amount will do. I have to get 75,000 of my back and this has proven an impossible task.

I am a fighter. My story is a long one with many trials and tribulations; perhaps not much different or worse than others, I am not sure. My name is Elizabeth Newton and I live in Loveland, Colorado; the Sweetheart City and Gateway to the Rockies. I was raised by both parents in a middle class environment. I am the oldest of four, in which, three are brothers. I was a creative child who staged puppet shows and created clubs in our neighborhood. I am not sure if you remember the fuzzy sticky feet, but I made my own with left over pieces of carpet and sold them to my friends.
Moving on, I really struggled in school and got into a lot trouble. I was reckless, promiscuous, used drugs and alcohol and was dangerous. To keep it short, I dropped out in my junior year. When I reflect on those years, I remember some of what I did but mostly I forgot. I guess I felt as though I was being pulled by the strings of a puppet master whose name I now know is Bipolar.
When I turned 18 I shared an apartment with a friend. We both worked for the same nursing home and later for the Bureau of Reclamation. In was at the former job, I received my GED. I was still behaving recklessly resulting in a lot of missed work. But I was having fun being independent, partying all night but slowly losing control of my life.
I became pregnant by my boyfriend and we married several months later. My daughter is a grown woman. I then had another child four years later. Money was also a struggle. My husband wanted me to work but it did not make sense financially. I paid more for daycare then I was paid. When I found a position over the weekends, my husband refused to watch the children. That being said, I was still reckless – the mood would not go away – still a slave of the puppet master. Eventually the relationship became abusive and my husband left leaving $200 on the kitchen table. I did not have a car so I borrowed my father’s truck. I drove my father’s truck with my two small children in back to a safe house. However, it was not so safe. My husband who insulated homes, worked on the safe house. He found the truck and wrote things, I cannot mention here, on the outside of the truck. He coerced my grandmother to call me; and she did! Having to deal with these distractions kept me from focusing on me.
Good news! I was able to move into low income housing. It was a struggle to get my possessions; I took what I could. My father out of the blue wanted his truck back. My mother headed him off at the pass. I think I remember that my life settled down a bit. I enrolled in college. I loved college. In spite of this, I quit school to work from my mother at her computer store. Did I mention my parents were divorced? I am not sure it matters at this point. About six months later, the puppet master caught me and off I was again.
I had a boyfriend – I was 32 years old – and pregnant again…..This relationship was worse that the first. It included drinking, drugs, sexual and physical abuse – oh my, sigh. In the course of it all, I secured a position for one of the largest companies in Loveland. I was thrilled. I had actually come a long way. I divorced my second husband and found my own apartment.
Wow – raising three children on my own was not easy. We got by – I was able to provide what we needed. I forgot to mention I shared custody of my third child and had to pay child support. I never complained; I met my responsibility. I was performing very well at work and procured a position of a trainer. WeeHee – my new position allowed me to travel the globe. Can you imagine, me, the girl from Loveland, Colorado? During this time, I encountered a lot of problems with my ex-husband. Once, he called me at work and said he had a brain tumor. It was a joke; I did not find it funny.
I was promoted again returned to school and bought a house!!! I cannot think of the words to describe these accomplishments. I transformed from the woman driving my father’s truck to a home owner; kind of like the Home Sweet Home book. I was still partying, drinking, but not like before. The puppet master must have been on holiday. I met the man of my dreams and we married in 1998 (I think). We are still together.
The puppet master had those strings a rolling. I could and did accomplish anything. I could see what others could not. I finished school with ease and received my BA in Organization Development in 2005. What year did my story start? We bought a new home in a nice neighborhood. It is a modest home but fits us very well. I was still partying but it was not disrupting my work and home responsibilities.
CRASH! He let go – how could he let go? A woman pulled in front of us and totaled our car. I realize this does not sound traumatic, does it? I really do not know anymore. What I do know is this rocked my world. More than any other event did – and there were many. I could not recover. My performance fell down the well. I could not sleep. I drank a lot. I would even get up at night to drink because I could not sleep. The unthinkable happened. My strings let me down. I swallowed a bottle of pills. I was so afraid. I spent three days in the psychiatric hospital and two months in intensive outpatient therapy. During this time I was on short term disability. I am a fighter; I have never let my circumstances stop me. I returned to work for about two months. Nevertheless, the strings dropped again, were they ever pulled, I am not sure; I spent eight days in hospital. I was out of work again. This time when I returned to work there was no position waiting for me. I was laid off the summer of 2009. I lost it all in one short year.
Remember I am a fighter. I returned to school in July 2009 to obtain a masters degree and I graduated in early 2011. The problem? I obtained a degree and I could not use without further education. I still do not say this out loud. During this time, I landed a part time job as an instructor for students seeking their AAS Human Resources degree. I make a third of the salary I previously did. I have performed this job since April 2010. It is hard. I forget – my memory is not that good. What you have reading are the highlights of my life.
Adult children and BABIES!! Not one baby; two and a one year old. My daughter was in a bad situation in Arizona. She was pregnant with twins, had a one year old daughter, had no car and was being evicted. The dad? Let’s say there is a lot to be desired. She packed as much as she could and moved in with us. Would anyone turn a loved one away in this situation? I could not. I was still drinking. As I write this, I now realize drinking was the one constant in my life. Sad. Her pregnancy had it challenges, but I think this is common. The first snowstorm of the year, December 30th, if you can believe that for Colorado, the babies had enough; my daughter was in labor. We called 911 since the roads were bad. Several hours later we welcomed two healthy baby girls! They will be one year old soon.
New Chapter. How many do we get? My daughter and 18 year old son live with us in our modest home. We clash, how we could not. I have been telling my doctor that I am depressed, damn strings. I can’t sleep and my body hurts so badly; especially when I lay down. Oh, I forgot to mention, no drinking! I quit over a year ago. Regrettably the depression and pain are driving my every moment. I think the puppet master is on vacation. There is no hope. I have been out of work too long. We are waiting for the repo man to get our car. We are barely holding on to the house. How can everything crash so fast and so hard? I am a fighter remember. My mind is full of hopelessness. I have a note that says “Please just let me go”. I am a fighter remember. I call the crisis line. They tell me to call 911. I don’t. I go to bed. Maybe it will be better tomorrow. Not a chance. The same message is repeating over and over in my head; “please let me go”. I tell my family I am driving to the hospital. I do not want anyone to come with me. I go alone.
Hospital

Never in all my lifetime did I even think for a moment that I would be the one asking others for help, but here I am, after a decade working in Public Safety, I have been left with no other course of action save to ask others to lend a hand where they can. I'm worn to the bone with worry, I've learned that I have no option to renew my lease the end of December and will thus find myself without a roof above my head in the dead of winter. I've been fighting for my disability now for just over a year, I am a sufferer of PTBC (Post Traumatic Brain Change) due to an accident in my youth, a condition that affects my ability now to work in any normal occupation or even manage my own emotions very well. I have managed to set aside a bit of the money I need to resolve my housing situation and have located a small Coachman Camper that, even though it requires a little TLC, would provide adequate housing for the winter. As of today I am roughly $1000 short of the needed goal - and as badly as I loath asking, any help no matter how small it may seem to you, would mean the world to me.
Thank You.

Never in all my lifetime did I even think for a moment that I would be the one asking others for help, but here I am, after a decade working in Public Safety, I have been left with no other course of action save to ask others to lend a hand where they can. I'm worn to the bone with worry, I've learned that I have no option to renew my lease the end of December and will thus find myself without a roof above my head in the dead of winter. I've been fighting for my disability now for just over a year, I am a sufferer of PTBC (Post Traumatic Brain Change) due to an accident in my youth, a condition that affects my ability now to work in any normal occupation or even manage my own emotions very well. I have managed to set aside a bit of the money I need to resolve my housing situation and have located a small Coachman Camper that, even though it requires a little TLC, would provide adequate housing for the winter. As of today I am roughly $1000 short of the needed goal - and as badly as I loath asking, any help no matter how small it may seem to you, would mean the world to me.
Thank You.

Never in all my lifetime did I even think for a moment that I would be the one asking others for help, but here I am, after a decade working in Public Safety, I have been left with no other course of action save to ask others to lend a hand where they can. I'm worn to the bone with worry, I've learned that I have no option to renew my lease the end of December and will thus find myself without a roof above my head in the dead of winter. I've been fighting for my disability now for just over a year, I am a sufferer of PTBC (Post Traumatic Brain Change) due to an accident in my youth, a condition that affects my ability now to work in any normal occupation or even manage my own emotions very well. I have managed to set aside a bit of the money I need to resolve my housing situation and have located a small Coachman Camper that, even though it requires a little TLC, would provide adequate housing for the winter. As of today I am roughly $1000 short of the needed goal - and as badly as I loath asking, any help no matter how small it may seem to you, would mean the world to me.
Thank You.

I am married a veteran who has sustained a traumatic brain injury in Afghanistan. My husband is currently awaiting to receive 100% VA disability, but it has taken a very long time. I am a college student maintaining a steady GPA of a 4.0, and I do my very best to move forward in order to get somewhere in my life, but this year has been an absolute nightmare for our family. I had a premature child this year which resulted in me receiving 25 units of blood transfer and a two week hospitalization. The baby was three months early, but thankfully he did make it and is now doing pretty well. I have a daughter and two other sons who are completely disabled and one is in a wheelchair. We do own our house, but we live in a little town and my husband has to drive 45 miles roundtrip daily in a v8 truck cause that is the only vehicle we have. Right now my husband is being forced to sleep in our truck in freezing weather in order to not lose his job because he will not have enough gas to get back home and to work again for the rest of the week if he does not. I have done everything I possibly can, and somehow I just can't get out of this rut so I am forced to kindly ask those of Christian hearts to please help my family. God will bless you for helping others and spreading genuine love and charity. I don't want a handout, I would rather give it to someone else, but I am at the end of my rope. The fuses in our house blew out and we won't have heat because our house has no heat except plug-in portable heaters. I really need some help. Any will be greatly appreciated.

Sincerely,

Veteran's Lady

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

PayPal account: MilkNHoneyB@yahoo.com


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.

I don't know how I feel about this. I guess this is what happens when you get desperate? I used to be the one donating to causes. I haven't done that for a while.

I am 25 year old woman who used to look forward to life. I have a partner of 8 years, who also has seen happier times. In the last 12 months I have been diagnosed with clinical depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder and panic attacks. It's paralyzing.

We both finished high school in 2004, soon after, my Nanna whom I loved like my own mother got a brain tumor. I was forced to quit my retail job, look after her (she had no money/retirement) although I don't regret it. I looked after her. She died 5 months later and I have been grieving since. It was very traumatic.

My partner and I decided to start saving for a home in 2006. We bought a very old apartment in 2008. We were both working jobs we hated 4 hours away from our home, but it paid the bills.

Then my partner incurred a life long injury in his back. He had to choose between work and his health. He lost his job eventually and I lost my job during cuts. Our parents were paying for our home for a few months.

Then my partners Dad got cancer. We both had to go on welfare (which was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I literally wept when the woman was treating us like the scum of the earth all because we had fallen on hard times). We ended up moving home to ease some of the pressure and to help his Dad out.

We found renters for the apartment in time, but the rent is not enough to cover the costs. We are in debt to a loan taken out to help us pay bills when my partner hurt his back/was jobless.

I then had a very public breakdown earlier this year. I haven't worked since February. I went to the doctors with our last remaining money to help myself. That's when I was diagnosed with mental illness.

My partner eventually found a job that accepted him and his life long back injury, but it pays half of what it used to. He's working hard, he does what he can. He does extra work on the side. He rarely gets a day off. And yet our heads are just above water.

The thing is, we're 25 and don't have any silly consumer debt. We did everything right, we followed the rules, we studied hard and we worked hard. And we just get tossed aside when we're not needed anymore.

I know there is a lot of people out there asking for help. I know, I am always so overwhelmed by the world and it's problems. I wish I could make a difference.

I am asking for any donations, as little as you can spare. It will make a huge difference in our lives at the moment, it will provide some financial relief. I will be able to afford to continue to go get medical help, same with my partner. And we'll be able to keep our apartment that we worked so hard for.

Thank you.

All I have is God and myself to turn to. I have battled depression to this extreme before, but the last time I recall feeling this dreadful was when I was 21 years old. This is probably a lot of recent stresses, and built up stresses all crashing down on a traumatic event that occurred when I was 21. I realize that only I can change this perspective, but I everything, and I mean EVERYTHING to change for the better. All I do is make things worse for myself. I have gotten to the point where I get home from work and cry my living heart out for hours, I don't cry so much in front of people, because I am ashamed at my weakness, but I just can't do this much longer. I need help. I don't want to learn the hard way anymore! Im losing my job, no going homeless, no more.... I just want to be a happy person, and I have been battling a rapidly growing depression in the last few months. I know that I am the only one to blame for it all, and I have the power to change it... yet, somehow, I have begun seriously wondering if I can do this much longer. I don't want to hit rock bottom... but rock bottom for my emotions may have passed up a long time ago... I just don't know what to do anymore. I have no vehicle or insurance, or money, or time... so I'm in a last minute search for some help... coping mechanisms that I can live by... I just need prayers... I need so much more too... I need to stop feeling like this! I can't even type up a random forum topic without crying b/c I sound just as confused as I am. Just help me!

I am a broken mum at the moment and need anyone to help for survival purposes.i have taken care of my brainill son 24 hours daily who now is in hospital.about a 3 weeks ago my husband who is the sole provider had a very traumatic accident,garage door fell on his head split his sculp open,after emergency medical care wound has healed nicely.then shortly after that he had a major stroke with bloodpress 230/180 drs has found tumors in his colon,spread to his liver,kidneys and lungs.we are cuurently going through major difficulties,and trauma ,no income and try to deal with all this to the best we can.medical bills are piling up,food we dont have and i beg of you to please assist us anyone who are by means with any donations.we have our only daughter getting married 27/11 and cannot even give a lunch for only 30people as was originally arranged.all due to these traumatic incidents happening now.i am not by means to help in anyway as i am running between my husband and son daily hospital in and out.please is there anyone that can help urgently.if you could donate and email me ,would appreciate it so much,to make my daughter day a happy one with all the sadness going on in our life and her dad to still walk her down the isle.help for anything,medical bills ,money for food and help my husband son and daughter.thank u so much,plse get in contat for much more details.

Thank you for taking the time to read my request. I am 60 year old disabled senior citizen; because of my abuse as a child I have been unable to function around people and society. Because of my age and so much abuse I am unable to work in the community. I don't make enough money to have insurance on my car, to pay the rent, utilities or phone. Because of my age no one will hire me. I have post traumatic stress disorder from the abuse as a child. I also am diagnosed bipolar. I have a pituitary brain tumor and have equilibrium problems which make life unbearable at times. I am currently on a 3 medications but my insurance does not cover all of my diagnosis. I would be very grateful to any help that you can give. a dollar or five it doesn't matter to me. I appreciate anything. thank you.

I am a Veteran, and I suffer from a Traumatic Brain Injury, since I was discharged from the military, I have been struggling to keep a job, and perform simple tasks that I was able to do before. I am currently living in a motel, and visit the VA weekly. I am looking for help, with food and rent, any donations would be much appreciated. Thank You

I am a Veteran, and I suffer from a Traumatic Brain Injury, since I was discharged from the military, I have been struggling to keep a job, and perform simple tasks that I was able to do before. I am currently living in a motel, and visit the VA weekly. I am looking for help, with food and rent, any donations would be much appreciated. Thank You

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.

i am a wife and mother of 2 , my daughter who is 8 and my husband have seizure dissorders ,my son who is 10 has post traumatic stress syndrome due to the fact that he and his sister were molested by a neighbours friend and then watching our house burn took its toll. my husband has only been able to find work for 2 months out of the last 12, i am dissabled and can not work , i am also an australian so i dont even qualify for food stamps . we are awaiting foreclosure, if there is anyone who can help us , we did not buy a house that was beyond our means , we did have savings but they didnt last long now we are left with nothing,i sold my wedding band the other day to buy toilet paper. ty in advance rosemary

I've had a rough life from the beginning! I was an unwanted child of teen parents, so I got passed around a lot. I had traumatic childhood, being subject and witness to my mother's drunken escapades and those of her boyfriends. I've been on my own since I was 16, with no family help. Determined to graduate High School, I got a job and rented a room, then graduated nine months pregnant. I had my second child at 20, so I married their father. He shortly thereafter started cheating on me and became abusive. After watching my mother being abused as a child, I vowed to myself that I would never tolerate it, so I left him. He then stalked me and broke into my apartment and strangled me. I had a near death experience, but was lucky enough to come back to care for my children. By the time I was 26, I doubled my family, because I had twins. I thought their father was my soul mate, but low and behold, he cheated on me and then became abusive too. Originally, I took all four children with me and stayed in one room, but it was so tough on my twins, as they were only 3 and weren't allowed to play where we lived. Since their father stayed in the house we were buying, he talked me into letting them stay with him, but it was only supposed to be temporary. Truly, he didn't want to pay child support. He said since I had two children with me and he had two with him, nobody would have to worry about child support. What a joke! He ended up collecting welfare, so the DCSE started collecting child support from me, even after he got married. Here I am single mother, struggling to make ends meet, while he's married and getting child support from me. To make matters worse, my daughters' father didn't pay anything. He’s also remarried. I tried to take him to court, but can't do it, because it brings back PTSD from when he stalked strangled me. One year, my income was $300 too much to get the earned income tax credit, so now I owe IRS $2000. To top it off, I had been struggling at work, due to a neurological disorder and got laid off for a while. After several months, I found another job, but then suffered a closed-head injury and got laid off. I've been unemployed for 4 years now. The child support added up, so now I owe A LOT (like $10,000)! I applied for disability, but they denied me, so I've been trying to do work for myself, but just trying to pay bills to live and care for my daughters has taken all my money, so I've not been able to get the other stuff paid off. Due to my neurological disorder, I can't work in an office environment, as it makes me very ill and I can't function. I'm currently trying to build a marketing and design business, as well as a ministry for the homeless and battered women, but I really need help getting these bills paid down. I'm starting from scratch with my design biz, as my hard drive died and I lost all of my work. I am a very creative woman, with writing, painting, graphic design, marketing and more, and know once I get things off the ground I will really do well. I need assistance getting some of these bills paid down, so I can live my aspirations. I really want my daughters to go to college, but can't support them. I wish to get caught up, so I can be more supportive of my daughters than my family was of me (their support to me was nil!).

i need 2000.00 u.s. dollars, to get me yet another month into the madness that has become my existence. money is gone. help through family has run out. social service agencies are helping as best they can. my disability is very complex and difficult. traumatic brain injuries are far more misunderstood and under-estimated than, multiple fractures,lacerations and nerve damage to the human body combined. i personally know this as fact. i lived through being hit head on by a tractor trailor. that was six long gruelling years ago. ive tried very very hard for as long as possible, to carry on with my life since. i have not much more stamina left. im tired. ive filed for disability. and of course. its going to be another battle to survive. i have no health care. no income. and certainly cannot afford to see the doctors that i need to further prove my case. ive seen their doctors, who did not dispute my conditions. yet lawyers cannot use their doctors against them. so im stuck trying to find a free clinical psychologist to help. i havent found one yet. and lutheran social services will not write a report to the social security administation for disability determination. i cant even get state medicaid without one. im doing everything im told to do. and its just taking to long. the things i need are not free at the walk in clinic. the person responsible for causing the mishap i was involved in, died and had no insurance. the small settlement i recieved came from workmans compensation. i was driving a company vehicle and on the clock. so at least my bills got paid. but they dont pay out large awards, and a good deal of what i did get was lost in 07 when the stock market tumbled badly and my managed investment account bellied up. im divorced,single, and 53 years old. i see no light at the end of this tunnel. i am, or was a good carpenter. the tools of my trade are in different pawn shops in this city. its been my poor mans bank, trying to get by and through this. they are all i have left of all the years ive worked. id love to get them back and not lose yet more of my livelyhood. 2000.00 dollars would bring my tools home, pay a couple utility bills and get me some food for my parrot[macaw] and some new socks and cleaning products. i really am broke. my kids help me as much as they can. thats very humiliating to me. i just want what ive paid into. its not my fault, or wish to get it this soon. theres so much more to this story. someone post back to me. i can show proof of everything ive stated. im not a scammer,derelict or otherwise dishonest. im begining to think ive been to damn honest. i need immediate help. i dont have a paypal account. yet my son does. god bless anyone who reads this, and at least thinks of learning more. i died and was revived, with not much chance of survival. but i made it. sometimes i wonder why.