Depression is real—and it’s relentless. I thought I understood it before, but this… this is different. It strips everything of meaning. It makes it hard to care, to move, to believe anything will change. First, thank you. Truly. The messages, the comments, even from people I’ve never met—you showed up for me in a way I didn’t expect. What I shared on March 16 on FaceBook was a cry for help, and you heard it. That matters more than I can put into words. I’m okay right now—but I’m still in it. Every morning, there’s a brief moment where I think everything is fine… and then reality sets in. It’s like grief—like when I lost my dog and kept expecting him to be there when I woke up. That split second of peace, followed by the truth.
The past few years have been a storm I haven’t been able to outrun. I lost 3 friends to cancer. I went through a house fire, then a flood. A DUI. A lawsuit. A divorce. Family trauma. Homelessness. And just when I started to stand again—on the day I graduated from life coaching school—everything in my bank account was taken. Every dollar. I kept trying. I went where I thought opportunity was waiting, only to be misled and subjected to further emotional turmoil. I came back with nothing and tried to rebuild from the ground up again.
Right now, I’m doing what I can just to stay afloat. I’ve cut everything down to the bare essentials. I’m fighting to get stable, to work, to create again. But I can’t do this part alone. So this is me asking—if you’re able—to help. I set up this GoFundMe to get through the next few months while I find my footing again. If you can contribute, share, or even just continue reaching out, it makes a real difference. I don’t feel hopeful yet. I won’t pretend I do. But I’m still here. I’m still trying. And with your help, I believe I can get back to a place where I’m not just surviving—but living, creating, and giving back. Much love, Gil.
The past few years have been a storm I haven’t been able to outrun. I lost 3 friends to cancer. I went through a house fire, then a flood. A DUI. A lawsuit. A divorce. Family trauma. Homelessness. And just when I started to stand again—on the day I graduated from life coaching school—everything in my bank account was taken. Every dollar. I kept trying. I went where I thought opportunity was waiting, only to be misled and subjected to further emotional turmoil. I came back with nothing and tried to rebuild from the ground up again.
Right now, I’m doing what I can just to stay afloat. I’ve cut everything down to the bare essentials. I’m fighting to get stable, to work, to create again. But I can’t do this part alone. So this is me asking—if you’re able—to help. I set up this GoFundMe to get through the next few months while I find my footing again. If you can contribute, share, or even just continue reaching out, it makes a real difference. I don’t feel hopeful yet. I won’t pretend I do. But I’m still here. I’m still trying. And with your help, I believe I can get back to a place where I’m not just surviving—but living, creating, and giving back. Much love, Gil.
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