Tweeting It Right

I know what you're thinking...

I don't like these either because I don't know how they make me feel.  Money is a touchy subject for everyone.  So are emotions...and I am not afraid to share those.  My generosity with feelings and my private life leaves people a wee uncomfortable.  I understand that completely.  I won't discount that.  

This also takes courage, believe me.  Courage to stand up and say those words that normally terrify me..."I need help."  I hate asking for help.  It makes me look vulnerable.  I need help to live and I need help from my friends, not strangers.  I have had some generous friends this year, and I have had people leave my life.  I understand that took courage for them.  They didn't like the decisions I was making.  You know what?  I don't like that I have to make them.    

I get that.  Completely.  I never knew I would have to make hard decisions about relationships and moving.  Mental health and survival are all encompassed in it.  I have learned how terrible our mental health system truly is in this country as my loved one continues to find a place in the world.  I have also learned it is time for me to be self-oriented and understand what I need comes first.  

This isn't about drama nor relationships.  This isn't about addiction, nor is it about postulating.  This is about me not being afraid to ask you for help.  I have many things that need to be covered at the time being, due to the strife and difficulty of living and caring for someone who is having a worse time than I am.  Rent is due, collections are calling, and I just need a push.  

I had to leave one job I was happy at, only because I was terrified to be away from my house during the day.  My co-workers at my remaining job had to watch me change from Sean to This Guy Who Has A Lot Of Drama.  I wish it were that simple.  This trusting heart of mine has really been through a bewildering time.  But I still know how to love.  

Brass tacks?  I have until Monday morning to get my rent caught up.  While I have a roommate moving in next month, I need money for my rent and most of my utilities are past due.  I have maintained employment and I have so much to be grateful for.  My health and my sobriety both took a very hard hit this year.   Storms pass, as much as I love them.   

I set the dollar amount high.  I am reaching high and attempting to take care of many aspects of my life.  Home (back rent) and health come first.  Debt incurred by the disturbances in my life have left me with very little fight.  I am encouraged to keep fighting and not let my own kindness write the rules.   Aim for the stars and you'll get the moon, right?  Well, I do need the moon.  And your help.  

Give anonymously if you want to gift.  Leave your name if you want me to return your kindness.  Leave your favorite charity if you want me to pay it forward.  I will see your kindess keeps going.  Give whatever amount you are able, and know it is good, hardworking hands.  

My sleeves are rolled up and I'm pushing, I just need help over this bump.  Thanks for listening.  

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I'd love to talk if you have questions.  
Voices only, so it can remain loving.

Update as of 1/21/15

Hi all, 
I have turned donations on for a few days to assist some out-of-the-country friends can weigh in.  The apartment was a success, so thank you to all who made that happen.  Thanks to all who cared to check in with me personally, I believe in honest communication when  people ask for assistance.  I will most likely be more active on Twitter for the duration of this timeframe.  It takes such a short time to fall, and such a long time for rebuilding.  And yes, everyone, I am eating food.  Thanks for you concern.  :)

Donations will be on until 1/31.  
Thanks again, Sean