I need help. We need help.
My health is deteriorating. My pain is becoming all consuming. My anxiety and depression are riding a steep zenith. Thoughts of suicide explode through my mind at regular intervals. (Fuck I hope this is the apogee.)
I have a job interview for a simple job next week, a simple job I’m not sure I can perform.
My pelvic floor and gastrointestinal problems seem to worsen by the day.
We are out of money. I had a panic attack and had to snag a hotel room. We’ve been many, many days in the van. We’re out of things to pawn.
We can’t afford copays for doctor’s visits, much less health insurance or therapy. We’ve managed to eat, but only because we turned our Best Buy credit card into fast food gift cards.
We need shelter. We need medical expertise. We don’t have any way to provide ourselves with these things.
(Homeless shelters are a fucking nightmare for someone with anxiety. I’m not too proud, just always afraid, always in pain.)
Olan, Sharaya, One-on-the-way, and I need your help. We’ve found the place we should be, and now have figure out how to sustain considering our new realities.
Please help us if you can.