A call for help; Trans Top Surgery

First of I want to thank you already for taking a look at my funding page. The willingness to help someone else, would it be me or any other is such a blessing on its own and no words can describe the gratefulness that you give others.

I shan't go into too much detail, a life story is probably too long to note anyways but perhaps some key points are required. We all have struggles and none are even remotely comparable. Mine started at a very young age where I was so certain already that what ever body that was given to me, wasn't entirely my own. Sadly raised a bit differently the mere idea or option to be what I found out later to be wasn't something of my reality. Let's say I had a confusing time ahead of me and for me, at least at that time it was pretty much normal. 'Everyone should feel out of place so now and then, everyone feels as if they don't really belong where they are now. Right..?'A feeling of dread soon took a hold of me as I entered the anticipated puberty to which I came to a screeching halt of realization hitting me like the solid front of a train; Parts of me were growing as I developed into a young woman yet, this wasn't me. At all. You can imagine that one day I looked into the mirror and saw my chest growing with a rate I was frightened of, seeing my genetics of mainly large busted women. I was no woman however, at least that is how I felt. That is how I always saw myself, not a woman but a man. A boy even.
I shall spare you the rebellious stages of my younger life, the eternal path of self-discovery which I still feel I am walking as I informed myself of what this so called oddity could be I was dealing with. Thanks to the power of the internet, friends and some distant family members a single word got thrown my way; Transgender. Heck if I knew what that was at first but as I read, listened and experienced it all felt familiar. Now I knew what was 'wrong' with me I surely could find help quickly, only to find out that the road to change is a very long and very expensive one. Dealt with depression and the many scars I laid upon myself this road seems a hopeless and endless one, with every day a struggle to even go outside and do the most normal of tasks some wouldn't even think twice about. Anxiety truly is a demon and I find myself hyperventilating the moment I look down, even when wearing two binders which still doesn't seem like enough. Cursed with a European F to G sized breasts there is only so much I can do before it literally becomes even more difficult to breath. I've bruised several ribs already in the mere act of carrying shopping bags or running for the bus. My anxiety for my large and all but man-like chest has drained the motivation from me and even doing things I formerly enjoyed so much have been stolen.
Perhaps I am impatient, I tell myself that every day. I can do this and wait but then I wake up in the morning already fearing what the day will bring me and to be honest I don't think I can wait for three years. I try to, but it seems impossible at days.

If you wish to help me, aid me in my cause I'd appreciate every bits but of course I'd not dare to expect anything from you. I normally do not ask for help, nor accept the help of others as I have been raised not to. But desperation has driven me to the point I am now and I want to close a chapter of my life for good to start a new more brighter one.
Even if you were just here to read a part of my story, I am at least grateful I got a moment of your time and I hope you will have a prosperous life ahead of you. Many thanks and blessed be.