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Hey everyone,
I know you're expecting a new chapter, and I wish this was what that was. I loved writing this fic, and I truly miss it. Unfortunately I haven't been doing too well, and well, I need help.
It’s a humiliating thing asking for help, but there it is…
I need help.
The truth is that I’m not in a good place right now, and neither is my mother. She’s the one I care more about. She’s the reason I’m doing this plea. See, my father passed away November 22, 2016, and then one year later on November 5th, 2017, my grandmother died rather violently and my mother had to be the one who decided to “pull the plug” so to speak. It was traumatizing. I was only a passenger that day, and I can’t think about it. The fact that my mother, who had so recently experienced death, had to do it again with her mother was heart wrenching.
I’ll be honest: I quit my job in May of this year. It was exhausting and it was customer service and it was all consuming. I couldn’t breathe most days. I didn’t see anyone. Since it was a movie theatre job, I worked nights and slept days. It was like I was a ghost, to my friends, to my family, to my mother.
Around this time, her depression was worse than ever, so I quit my job. I have been in and out of jobs since, and it’s been humiliating being an adult and not being able to hold a job. That being said, this isn’t about me. This is about my mother.
She’s not doing well. We’re not doing well. Money is tight - as in maybe we’ll have $40 dollars to eat with for two weeks after she pays rent, the car, insurance, utilities, etc. There have been days I eat only one meal because I don’t have anything to cook at home. We don’t have money for anything. We rely on coupons and sales.
This month my mother, because of stress and a previous ailment, has gotten bad vertigo. This causes her to feel dizzy with every movement. She can’t turn one way or another without feeling like she’s going to fall. Her doctor has told her not to work until the end of December. Unfortunately, this means that the meager money we had coming in has disappeared. We don’t have a way to pay rent this Christmas, going into the new year. She will most likely have to return to work even though she’s sick, while I try to sustain us the best I can on a minimum wage job.
I don’t know who to turn to for help. All I know is that I need help. I don’t want my mother to keep crying. Please consider donating. Anything you can. We’re so lost and alone and fucking devastated by these deaths. It’s like we can’t move forward. It’s so humiliating to admit, but we have nothing. I have a bank statement of negative 40 dollars, and she has 64 dollars between three cards. And that’s all we have until mid-January. If you can, please help.
https://www.gofundme.com/please-help-us-this-winter