Help Rainn Secure Finances While Recovering

Hello helloooo! My name is Rainn (he/they) and I’m in a situation where I need a little help.. okay maybe a lot of help.

TL;DR but still long: I am a homeless black, all around queer, and disabled individual seeking assistance while I find secure housing and get approved for government money after a disabling instance, a mental health crisis, and displacement. I completely tore my ACL April 19th and hadn’t been able to find a full time job after being fired before then in the first place. I was already barely scraping by with minimum wage and 15 hours a week. My aunt, who I’ve been staying with, still expected $250 for July rent when I hadn’t been asked for rent before. Meanwhile, between now and the past few weeks, I had and still do not have income because of a self inflicted attempt to my life that lead me to the psych ward and recovery. I’ve been in this situation for 3 weeks so far due to my mental and physical health. Anything helps during this extreme transitional period while I wait for government money and housing opportunities that accommodate my disability. List of where money is going and thank yous are at the bottom.

Full story is below. It’s long, but I encourage potential donations and even people just sharing the link to read it for full context.

I was displaced last year after my mom fell ill to the point of possible death. She moved to Northern California to stay with family and recover, which left me alone in San Diego with only a part time job. I was able to stay with a friend and their partner before their partner started to make me feel unsafe (arguments, yelling, scream crying, etc…) along with inconsistent rules. This is all while still only making $600 a paycheck at the time, and having to pay $300 in rent to sleep on a mini futon mattress on the floor in an apartment that the partner’s parents were already paying for. I was able to leave that situation to go live with my aunt for free, where i could at least have a couch and a better place to store my things. It was potential for saving any sort of money.

Then tragedy hit: I completely tore my ACL at Skyzone trying to play with my little cousin. Especially as a dancer, I would need surgery to get it functioning the way it did and to be able to walk long distances without a brace in the first place.

Now, my aunt is in a tough situation. The downstairs roommate, a family friend, decided to move out with little to no warning. Replacing her means strangers as roommates and rent for me and my 3 adult cousins. It’s nobody’s fault for this, but I simply cannot pay rent in my condition, especially where I do not have access to the downstairs restroom, as there’s now strangers paying for the room. I already sleep on a broken couch right by the front door in a completely open space. This situation is already loud due to the open space and the amount of people living there. I would argue unlivable for when I get my surgery.

This past year, and the whole life that came before it, lead to me attempt to kill myself June 10th, and the past few weeks I’ve been in the psych ward and recovery. After my attempt, the rent situation was completely erased from my memory. It wasn’t until I received a text from my mom, which, to paraphrase, said, “I paid your rent for June, but [aunt] wants to know your plan for July” that I remembered rent. I had no income due to my attempt and recovery, plus less hours due to my grade 3 ACL tear. It may seem like a small number, but now I’m working a different part time job with less hours and is minimum wage + tips, any rent is a lot for me as I’m only making about $400 a paycheck and still need to feed myself and drive places.

It had left my brain so badly, I didn’t even remember that mom had agreed to pay the rent in the first place until my friend reminded me. I realized my mom had attempted to pull out of paying my rent so I would have to live in Northern California with her, a topic she’s been hounding me on while I keep repeating I don’t want to leave my friends/support system. Living with her means going back to being emotionally abused. Staying around my hometown in San Diego is important to me mentally, as well as avoiding my mom as much as I can.

Without rent, this leaves me homeless and unable to stay at my aunt’s now. I have to get care for my plummeting mental and physical health without a place to stay besides sleeping in my small ahh car/friend’s places for short periods. Donating means helping me eat before I get EBT/while I’m on EBT as I won’t have access to a kitchen, as well as helping me pay for gas, my car insurance, a storage unit, a P.O box, and anything I will be needing until I have housing again.

As of this post I still have no income until I’m approved for disability.

Edit: this post has been edited to correct some miscommunication about the situation.

Anything is appreciated. If you read all this or shared, thank you. If you decide to donate, I preface you with a BIG thank you.

Yours truly,

Rainn