Black Transgender Woman Needing Safe Housing
Thanks for reading. I'm Brooklyn Summers. I deleted my gofundme by accident. I'm a black transgender woman. I've been homeless since November 2020. I came here to North Carolina to try getting in touch with my Mom. I've been living in motels for months thanks to donations from my gofundme. My mother hates that I'm transgender, but I finally convinced her to let me come home. That was a terrible terrible mistake. In front of other family members, she just blurts out "I REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO A BOY! DON'T YOU STILL GOT A PENIS!?" I wanted to die. I can't describe how bad my soul is bleeding. She was saying the worst shit, just awful things about me being transgender, ever since I came home. This though, it killed me. My mom doesn't love, accept OR respect me. HER child. I never asked to be born. I didn't ask to come into this terrible world. I can't help that I'm transgender. I was born this way. Just like I can't help that I was born black. I was born like this. My mother just don't love me. It's just not there. I was diagnosed with PTSD from sexual assault and admitted in a mental hospital in Florida. I have repeat sweat soaked nightmares about what he did to me. I still see his face and hear his voice when I close my eyes. That evil laughing sound he made while he was holding me down. The torture I endure inside day and night, my body is badly affected. The verbal abuse and bullying from my mom peaked everything. I'm hurting. I'm scared. I'm confused. I just can't be homeless no more. Recently, 2 black transgender girls were murdered in their rooms not far from the motel room i was staying in. I'm trying to cling to faith, but it's slipping out of my hands now. Life is just hurting me really really bad. My nerves are completely fried. I can't stay here. My plan is to go back to North Hollywood, get an efficiency apartment, paying at least 3 months rent upfront so I can finally have safe private housing while I search for stable work-from-home customer service representative employment. It sounds like an incredible plan. It's all i can come up with. I'm not a prostitute.I'm not a drug user. I don't even smoke cigarettes. I don't drink. I'm a singer/songwriter. I have dreams. Goals. Ambitions. Potential. I'm quite. I mind my business. I'm not obnoxious. Not a party girl. My heart is full of compassion and empathy for hurting people. Especially the LGBTQ community. And right now I'm hurting. I need help. This campaign is a solid attempt to fight for my life. My future. And also a solid attempt to have hope and keep believing SOMEBODY thinks my life is important. SOMEBODY out there accepts respects and embraces the LGBTQ community. SOMEBODY loves me and cares if I'm alive or not. I need SOMEBODY to hold me. Hug me tight and tell me everything is gonna be okay. I need rescue. Please, donate anything you possibly can. I'm grateful for anything you can do. Help me. Spread this. Tell people. Pray for me. I don't know what else to do.
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