Content Warning: PTSD, Sexual/Physical/Mental
Roughly a year ago I had to move back into my parents house as I had nowhere else to go being unable to afford an apartment by myself at the time after living with roommates for 5 years who went their separate ways. One wanted to go on her own the other up and moved in with his girlfriend. I was already struggling with my depression at this time and was scared to seek out help for it.
After not speaking with my parents for 5 years due to the fact that they would not accept me for the daughter I am and not the son they wanted me to be. I am transgender and told them this after graduating high school 12 years ago and they could never accept me for who I am. Upon speaking with my sister and not having anywhere else to go she convinced me to speak with them and try to go home. That was a year ago, upon being back at my parents place paying them rent and finally speaking with a therapist trying to get help for my depression and anxiety I spiralled to rock bottom as I started reliving everything horrible ever to happen in my life.
After 8 months back at my parents I was at my complete breaking point, reliving PTSD trauma by nightmares of where my brother sexually abused me when I was 7-13 then physically from 13-19. I began self harming by cutting again and let my arm relieve the absolute horrors that plagued my head. Work wasn't a safe place filled with drama and hate even after going through multiple HR complaints. I was a complete wreck, not sleeping hardly, and pushing myself over my limits at work. I started having suicidal thoughts and had started planning going through with it.
My head kept telling me that I was a freak and a monster undeserving of love even talking with friends who were able to convince me otherwise the mental abuse I was going through always kept coming back in stronger each day.
After strong urges from multiple friends, my sister and my therapist I finally decided to go to a mental health hospital and get help. I was scared that it was going to be a terrifying experience at first and the first day there all I did was sleep, cry, and go to meals.
Eventually I got out of the funk I was in and went to group, made friends and found ways to combat my mental health issues. The week I spent there made me feel normal and I felt better afterwards.
A month after that I was wrongfully terminated from my job for my mental state had started to decline again and all the funds I had been saving went to surviving. Luckily I was seeking other employment opportunities and am in a much better workplace and job I enjoy now.
I was actively seeking a reason to live for now and multiple therapist agreed when I said I should get a puppy as the puppy would give me someone to love and look forward to coming home to. I started looking for a dog to adopt and was having trouble with finding one at a shelter then a friend was like we are having puppies and that is where Luna comes in.
Luna was born on 10/1 and she had to be resucitated and bottle fed that first morning. Once we got her eating she took to momma like it was nothing. Now she is the princess who beats up her 3 brothers and was supposed to come home with me on 12/1.
My dad said he would not let me have her here and wouldn't even talk about it. Which is why I'm now here asking for help. The amount listed is the very minimum for me to afford my deposit, groceries, furniture and pet fee so that I can have Luna at home with me and continue to live a hopefully happy life.
- Mary Schiff
- Isaac Dilley
- Mary Schiff
- Steven Snyder
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