Welcome, Guest |
You have to register before you can post on our site.
|
Forum Statistics |
» Members: 118,245
» Latest member: saviforex
» Forum threads: 11,483
» Forum posts: 13,553
Full Statistics
|
|
|
Need help to stabilize |
Posted by: Schnizitz - 06-28-2021, 02:05 PM - Forum: My Request for Help
- No Replies
|
 |
So, my sob story: For the past decade or so I've been taking care of my ailing parents, my mom with copd, my dad with Parkinson's. At first, I'd just moved back in with them and helped with little things around the house, doing the shopping, cleaning up and so on. As they grew worse, these little things started to eat up more and more of my time until, about 7 years ago, I was unable put much time into work and started eating through my savings, which lasted about 3 years. Since my savings has dried up, we'd been living on their Social Security and an extra $400/month I got for taking care of my mom. It was tight, but we did ok, with me doing odd little coding jobs here and there to give a little extra now and then.
My mom died a few months ago and everything fell apart. It came fast, she'd been slowing down quite a bit, but between the time they told her she had cancer and the time she passed was about a month. To start with, my dad's condition worsened by an order of magnitude. Before her death, he needed some mobility help, but he was generally lucid. Once he was on his feet, he was generally ok, but you had to watch him on stairs and the like. After her death, it's like his brain melted. He didn't know where or who he was half the time. His mobility issues also worsened to the point he wasn't even able to get on his bedside commode without help. He takes pills now that keep him in this world, for the most part. 2 days after my mom died, our landlord came by to inform us that we somehow owed her an extra month's rent. This was completely false and I have the receipts and leases going all the way back a decade when they first moved in to prove it. That didn't matter though, I wasn't one of the renters so had no standing, and didn't have power of attorney over my dad either. She waited until he had to go to motor skills rehab for 3 weeks and, while he was in there and couldn't defend himself, she filed for default eviction and got it. Yes, even during the pandemic with the eviction freeze. Since, we've been staying at a cheap motel and, with the little bit of coding work I've been able to get, we had enough to stay here until about a week ago. The manager here took pity on us and let us stay for a while while I tried to get some other income to pay for the room, but time is running out and he's going to have to kick us out soon. Getting remote work with everyone on lockdown and saturating the online workforce is proving to be something of a lesson in frustration. I can't just go get a "normal" job somewhere because my dad needs 24/7 supervision and one of the last things my mom asked of me was to take care of him and Buster (her little dog). It's ironic that with my mom gone, I have more time to write code, but with the lockdown I can't get a job doing it. In the free time I have, I've building my web site (it's not much to look at yet) which will, eventually, provide a passive income stream.
In the time since we were evicted, I've tried every social service I could find, including my church, and none of them can help us, so I'm asking my good friend, The Internet at large because there is nobody else to ask (and I hate having to ask to begin with). I'm trying to get enough to really stabilize. Having no credit or rental history, if I get enough to pay for a year's lease up front that won't be an issue. I figure I'll also need about $400 to get the electric turned on because it was never in my name and they'll want a deposit, and I need (badly) the brakes done on my car, which is quickly falling apart. Anything I get over that, I'm dumping into my web site. Don't get me wrong, I'll appreciate anything I can get at this point. Even if I don't get enough for everything, I'm hoping to at least get enough to pay what I owe the motel here (around $500 at this point) and pay for a little more time to stay here while I keep looking for other income potential and working on my web site. It needs a few hundred more man-hours before I can put it online, but the way things have been who knows how long that'll take. If I get enough, I'll also be able to move to my own hosting which will open a lot of features as well.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
My PayPal link:
https://www.paypal.com/donate?token=1WXlyC7IxNR9PL3ctlKr5kpjBw_DunjIrj8q1nvAeRKC28gCXjB4jLtzDhsdwjHyouPtuZz9_ap5m6JN
CashApp: $disabo
|
|
|
Any help at all please and thank you |
Posted by: Thompson94 - 06-27-2021, 08:37 PM - Forum: My Request for Help
- No Replies
|
 |
I'm travis I'm 26 years old ,I'm a single father of 2 kids 3 and 5,I recently lost my job and started to fall behins on bills well now were in a motel and I'm doing odd jobs to keep us afloat ,any help at all would be god sent Andi hate asking for things but ive tried all other avenues and still am falling way behind and its starting to show with missed meals,dirty clothes...i only have cash app $ACAB82994 GOD BLESS
|
|
|
Need hotel for the night |
Posted by: Praisetotheemosthigh - 06-27-2021, 08:19 PM - Forum: Chit chat
- No Replies
|
 |
Leaving my abusive family I ran away and have been sleeping on the street I just turned 18 and finally was able to get away and don’t want to have to go back can’t take my step dad doing these things to me anymore and my mom do nothing since 6yrs of age
|
|
|
When the Therapist Needs Therapy |
Posted by: mellis13 - 06-27-2021, 04:54 PM - Forum: My Request for Help
- No Replies
|
 |
TLDR; mid 20's "healthcare hero" has exhausted all finances
Hi there! I will do my best to explain my situation well, so bear with me, please! This will probably be long. I am a mid-20's therapist who has found herself at an absolute rock bottom. When my depression and hopelessness became so severe that I knew I could no longer in good faith work in healthcare, I resigned. It took a trip to the psychiatric emergency department for me to realize that, even though we needed the money, I could no longer survive and stay employed. I have been spiraling since April - a near-miss with a stay in inpatient treatment, battling to find appropriate insurance, finding a new psychiatrist who would more appropriately treat me (and took the aforementioned insurance), and learning how to live life away from a traumatic and abusive family and community - or should I say, I should be trying to learn how to live. All of those costs, on top of having to pay all basic bills while not having any income, has exhausted literally everything. Right now, all I can do is try to survive. I have given my life and career working in the clinical mental health field, and I feel like I've been slapped in the face as I try to seek my own help. I don't feel quite worthy of assistance, as my passion is to always give and help, but what I can tell you is that every morning when I wake up, I pray I make it through the day without having an intrusive depressive thought. I pray that maybe I can make it out of bed. I pray that maybe somehow, money will land in our lap and give me one less thing to worry about. I was forced out of work in order to take care of myself back in April, and I have not had one day of rest since then. My physical and mental health are declining, and my medical bills are only growing. I don't even have the gas or uber money to get to a job interview right now even if I did have the mental capacity to do so. For heaven's sake, I am 26 being monitored for a heart condition I have caused from my own stress and anxiety, I couldn't even walk long enough to make it out to a bus stop. Trust me, I've been thinking. Way too much. I've tried every single avenue I could think of - and half of my job is helping people with mental health disorders make it work in the community. I've exhausted every resource. I have sat on this bed for almost three months and prayed - whispered, pleaded, bargained, yelled, cursed, and sobbed - that something - anything - would change so I could get back in the right depression. I have been able to use my traumatic childhood and own personal battles with mental health to shape me into a more empathetic therapist, and my heart is broken that I can't even do that right now. I'm done rambling, and I'm not even sure what I'm asking for. Sorry for the sob story! Just know that any help at all would be saving a life - my life - and I want to get back to saving others, too.
Paypal: paypal.me/mellis13220 || I'm happy to talk more if you have hesitations before donating.
Just in case anyone reads this like I would: I am safe. I am receiving really good treatment now. It took almost a full three months after the hospital for me to secure a med check and therapy appointment, but we made it there. We just have to pretend to have hope and keep moving forward until we do.
|
|
|
|