Black trans woman must transition into a new life

Hello supportive people and friends. Please do not offer me your pity , just think of me as a friend who has a sore throat or missed the bus this morning.. Just offer me a glass of water as we  sit together at your kitchen table and simply listen as I tell you my story. 

I have been searching for my purpose in life for as long as I can remember. Being born male in a rough neighbor in Chicago I know street life first hand. My step father was an alcoholic and the neighborhood dealer and my mother was his high school sweetheart. My biological father disowned me and my grandmother was in prison the year I was born. I love my family and I don't blame them for the way my adult life turned out but it goes without saying that I didn't have the best upbringing. 

Fast forward to today. I'm currently working from home as a customer service rep after being off and on homeless for the last 3 years. My mother is suffering from diabetes and is married to my stepfather who is still the neighborhood dealer. 
I have watched the circle of drugs and abuse go round and round in my family.
I was raped at age 12. I was diagnosed with depression and ptsd at age 13. 
I suffered nerve damage from Bells Palsy at age 23 and hiW late that same year.
I had been a se* worker from 18-25 . And at 26 I left the world of sWork behind to become my mothers legal caregiver. I used my survival swork skills to support my family after my stepfather when to prison when I was in high school.  I walked the streets to put food on my mothers table when she was sick and we didn't think that she would make it. 

I'm now living in an Airbnb after finally stepping away from my role as my mother's caregiver to focus on my own health. Being without stable housing caused me to derail from my medical treatments. Half my face is partially paralyzed from the nerve damage and the Bells Palsy. With the COVID-19 pandemic currently surging I am desperate for a place to live of my own. I need to be free from the stress caused by my family. This past year I felt myself slowly becoming suicidal after sleeping on the sidewalk for the very first time in my life. 
I do not want to ever feel like that again. The donations from this fundraiser will go towards getting rushed anti-retro vial prescriptions sent directly to me from my doctor. After that a portion will go towards rent because I only have my current place paid up until the middle of December. The remainder will go towards food and winter clothing so that I don't have to leave my apartment during the pandemic.  

I have now found writing to be my passion. I dream of making it my career someday. Please help me if you can. I don't want to become another cautionary tale or a statistic or a black urban legend. I want to be a successful functioning member of society telling the story of my life to others so that they are inspired to be better than what they are expected to become by those who will hate and discriminate against them.  I want to have a place to live that is my own and use it heal in peace both physically and mentally. Most of all I want to give back to those who helped me get this far. Post this fundraiser everywhere and  help me to live on past this moment and look back at it in the future as a stepping stone. If you're reading this then remember that god is love and love is growth. Thank you.
 xoxoxoxCOCO