Get Teddy to safety

I'm Steff, and I'm once more asking you to help my friend, Teddy. Teddy is like a sibling to me and it breaks my heart that they're living in an abusive situation.

Last time, we managed to get them out, and I thank you all. But it was short lived; they've been forced back into their family home.

I'm hoping we can do it again, since they're in a time sensitive situation right now. I hope we can get them out for good. So that my friend can live their life. They deserve to live their life.

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Thank you so much. Please take some time to read Teddy's message below.

My name is Teddy, & I need help to be able to escape my abusive family for good as soon as possible, before things escalate further.

The goal that has been set is for:

I was so amazed when last time it worked out - & so, so happy. I was finally away from my family, I had rest, I had peace, I had food, I had safety, I had never known that life could feel so wonderful - or so simple. So full of possibility, being able to imagine beyond a couple days at a time. My short time away from here was worth more to me than all the rest of my years of life combined.

When I was brought back here, it hurt all the more. I'd finally had what I've wanted my whole life, more than anything else, & I couldn't keep it. It was soul-crushing.

Things have only been worse than before for having tried to leave. It's escalated, & it continues to escalate. I can never find the words to convey what I'm feeling - hopeless doesn't cut it. Heartbroken doesn't cut it. I'm exhausted, it feels so often like everything in me is spent & I can't go on even though I know I have to.

Everything in the past few months feels like nothing but a blur of "terrible", but as a few updates of what's been going on since then...

I've gotten denied food & water as punishment for multiple days, and when I was allowed food, I had food poisoning multiple more times, survived another suicide attempt, made plans to move & then those plans fell through, ended up in the emergency room, should have gone to the emergency room multiple times - but wasn't allowed.

I'm trying my best to hold onto hope even now. I can't do this alone, but asking for help didn't blow up in my face before, so I'm trying every door I can again now, while I still have the chance to even try.

I know now that there are so many kind people in the world. If you have the resources to spare, I ask that you help me. Thank you for even considering it.