Help Your Girl Out (If you can)

Hey friends, this is really hard for me to write, but I need to...

(BTW, before we get into all of the deets, please know that this fundraiser is under the name Patrick Houston, a very good friend of mine, because I've had a really hard time accessing the majority of my accounts since getting my iPhone stolen- this GFM is definitely by and for your host of TSFU, Ashley Love Richards)

A lot of you have been with me for years, through *That’s So Fcked Up*, through my breakdowns and breakthroughs, through every wild story, of others and my own, and painful truth I’ve shared. I’ve spent the last 5 years trying to help people understand trauma, addiction, cults, corruption, and the systems that keep us all stuck. I’ve always tried to show up for others, even when I couldn’t show up for myself.

*But I’m out of strength right now.*

I’m a neurodivergent woman with blue/purple/pink hair who’s spent two decades in and out of social services, mental health facilities, and recovery programs, constantly trying to survive in a world that doesn’t make room for people like me. The last year and a half nearly broke me completely: losing my home(s), my car, my relationship(s), my mental health, my sobriety, and nearly my life (on three seperate suicidal occasions).

When things in the U.S. started to feel dangerous for people like me: outspoken, “too much,” politically aware, and neurodivergent... I left for Bali hoping to find safety and healing. I found incredible people here, but I’ve also been scammed out of money, taken advantage of mentally, emotionally and financially; and left with almost nothing. Right now, I’m struggling just to cover food, a place to stay, and the cost of renewing my visa(s).

For five years, I’ve built this community... educating, advocating, and trying to make people feel less alone. Now I’m the one who needs help. I’m asking, humbly, from my heart: if you’ve ever learned something from me, laughed with me, or felt seen through my words, please help me survive this part of my story.

Anything you can give will go toward keeping me safe, fed, and housed while I rebuild and begin to start creating content again, the content that has fed my soul and hopefully many of yours.

I’ve also reconnected with my mom over the past 6 months (after being estranged for most of my life); and she’s 63, living in a cockroach and bug bed infested section 8 housing apartment, likely about to lose her medical and food benefits, and she recently slipped while getting off of the bus and is now sitting injured in her sweaty little apartment using the data on her phone scarcely to keep herself entertained with YouTube and to talk to me. I’m also trying to get her to Indonesia so we can be together and hopefully both have a better life.

You’ve saved my life before without even knowing it... your support and love have kept me here more times than I can count.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you for being my people.