We are all growing up, and it’s so hard without my momma. She is dead, and it’s been three years. I just knew I was going to be fine because of the things she taught me. I was so wrong. I don’t have anything, and the more I think about it, I never had anything that couldn’t get right back where it came from. Nowadays, I have to keep our stuff in order all the time whenever we get some things. Right now, I am asking for help of any kind that can help me be a better me for me. After God, I need so much help with learning to love myself. At first, I didn’t think anybody besides myself could do that. My favorite person in the world, my grandson, he’s four, gives me what I need to give him. I just need a lot, to be honest. I don’t have a car, so no driver’s license, and I don’t have any money or know how to get cars because they don’t work for more than a month. Then I get punished for doing my best to make somebody else’s car new. I don’t drive used cars unless I can get them fixed to work brand new. I have gotten so busy learning to love me and accept love. It’s a great feeling. I can feel even better if I was good with the things I need in life: to get up, eat, sleep, cook, and have clean laundry. Just that alone has torn my mind upside down. I go to church every Sunday. And some weekends for Bible study. I would go more if I had cars to drive. I have started reading my Bible and have seen a big small difference. I still need everything. It’s just different human beings telling me that they are going to help me with the money I do have, but housing didn’t call me yesterday at two like she said. The new landlord didn’t come to get his half of his deposit he said he was coming to get. I need a new king-size bed frame at least. The mattress is gone as well. I need furniture and anything that a home needs, well in my case a duplex. I have nothing and I don’t have nobody to turn to, so I’m here asking angels, strangers. My grandson sleeps on a queen-size air mattress when he comes, which is not like he can because of the condition I’m paying rent to, or in my bed with me. He doesn’t like the twin-size air mattress. So yeah, I have no food, no laundry, no cars, no license, and I won’t have anywhere to stay if I’m not able to move. I can see myself now going into some type of depression. I never want to see depression again because this time it’s worse. I don’t know how to ask people for money that I don’t know. Even if I do know them, I might ask for a dollar or something. I have always had my dead momma. I need help for real because I always had my dead momma. She was my foster momma anyway. But yeah, if it wasn’t coming from her, then I didn’t need it. Now I need everything, not like cheap stuff. I be starving, and I don’t know how I make it off what I make work out unless I can’t. I’m not talking about when I have to wear the same clothes every single day for months because I don’t have the energy or the resources to have clean clothes, so I can’t do that. Have tried it doesn’t work out for me at all. It’s just me. Shoot, I don’t really know how to use this app or any other one, so please help with whatever you can. I need it badly and appreciate it. Chime name is Pamela Stanly $Pamela-Stanly.