In October 2022, I was involved in a car accident that my friends and I were hit twice and on the second hit, I was t-boned on the right side of my body. This began the catalyst of the diminishing of my quality of life and extreme depression over the course of the last few years. I have been fighting to keep my mind and body together but the car accident that debilitated me exposed an even bigger a problem. It was discovered that I have several fibroid tumors growing inside of me. Some are the size of lemons and a multitude of smaller ones that are making my life painfully miserable because some of the fibroids have spikes in them and it feels like I'm being stabbed and eviscerated every step I take, every move I make every single day, every second of the day, even when I'm sleeping.

A year and a half ago, I began the journey towards trying to resolve my pain issues with these fibroid tumors. During this time, the surgeon who was supposed to perform the surgery moved out of state, then my primary care doctor was forced to close her practice because family practitioners aren't surviving these new medical groups, and right before my scheduled hysterectomy surgery in July of 2024, my insurance company denied the surgery because they said I needed to do more medical procedures before they would pay for a hysterectomy. That was not disclosed to me during the entirety of that whole year, at all. I would have been more than willing to do anything to help stop my pain. Even though multiple doctors and surgeons, therapists, and chiropractors all stated that I needed the surgery, the insurance denied it.

I have been living a life of declining quality and even deeper depression for almost 3 years. I am in constant pain but I put on a brave face and try to push through. However, I'm at a point now that I can't push through the pain mentally or physically anymore.

The Lord led me to another medical group and new insurance company that has been diligently helping me by fast tracking medical procedures and now the hysterectomy is scheduled for this February 5th, a few short weeks away.

My partner and so I thought was the love of my life for the past 5 years, was supposed to be helping me the first week post surgery that requires me being watched to ensure I don't bleed out while I'm resting and was also supposed to be my financial support that for the next 3 months, abruptly ended our relationship with no reasons why. So now my depression is worse than it's ever been and I feel completely broken.

Now, I don't have any aftercare for that first week and I will not have any financial support to keep my bills paid over the course of my recovery. I have been buried financially since the pandemic and I've been pulling myself out of it and trying get back on my feet with so little success because my pain issues and depression dictate my life everyday.

It's so hard for me to ask for help because I'm usually a very private person. I don't like to discuss my challenges or when I'm feeling depressed, I just internalize them and push through. But I'm at the bottom of the lowest point of my life and I don't have anywhere else I can get help from. I'm so embarrassed to ask for assistance this way, but now, I am left without any other choices.

I'm praying for a miracle to manage through these situations that were thrusted upon me and navigate around the challenges that came from someone I loved abandoning me at my lowest point.

For those reading this, I truly appreciate you and thank you for your consideration for my situation.