Cuz trying to better my life

So since a lot of people were confused on this I decided to edit it. And also if I'm pretty much begging for money, I'd figure I'd actually say why. Any one that knows me knows I lost my father a little bit over a year ago. I didnt take it well. I took some time off of work because I, naturally, could not function but my job offered me no PTO or any grievance pay so instead of mourning my father and working through this forced new life, I was just stressed about how I was going to pay bill and losing what little I still had on this earth. So I got into therapy to try to get myself together to be a functioning part of society again and was put on anti depressants, but a few months down the road a major miscommunication (or I hope it was) that lasted months with my job lead me to believe that if I continued to go to therapy I could lose my job. So I stopped going and soon my antidepressants ran out. Which messed up my brain chemistry severly to the point where I had a mental break down and had to walk out of work to have an emergency meeting with my therapist where I got my prescription again. So alls good right? No. I find out from my therapist office that I owe over 1000 because when I first signed up and was trying to get the proper documents I needed from my job to be put on a sliding pay scale, my manager did not answer or get me the documents I needed  before my time ran out to get the. So no more therapy which means no more antidepressants...again. So fast forward to April when my husband got laid off due to a massive house sweep in the company he worked for (on top of him trying get back into school as well) I had just passed my first course for real estate and signed a new lease for a house. So yay stress again. I put my school on hold and continued to work a job that's work environment  progressively got more and more toxic for me mentally. But I had to stay to pay bills until my husband (who made applying for jobs his new job and driving Lyft his second job) got a new job so I could go to school and finish my classes and start my new career. But as time creeped by my meantal state slowly began to plummet. I could feel it and I could see it. Bad thoughts creeped in and even I feared waking up each day because I wasnt sure if it was going be my last day. Then on what I didn't know was my last day at work, my manage decided the best way to correct my action was to talk down to me and treat me like a unwanted step child. It was then I knew that that job was the biggest cause in my mental problems and it was no longer mentally safe for me to work there. So I left. And since then my spirits have been better, my mood has been better. My mind has been clearer. I used what little money we did have saved to sign up for my next real estate class starting on July 23rd. And while searching for jobs even remotely related to my new career while I do postmates to bring in some kind of cash flow. I didnt make this to sit around and no nothing while people hand me money. I didnt edit this to guilt trip anyone. I made this so people will know I didnt just give up because I didnt want to work anymore. I did it so I could live. If anyone wants to donate to help me on my road to success that is greatly appreciated and if you want to directly give o also have cash app (Booda09). But more than anything I want people to understand why.