My name is Mazey Cardinale. Me and my partner were just evicted and might end up homeless if we don't receive any support! I'm a nineteen year old looking for any support. Even the tiniest donation would help. I've been through a lot, and I'm just trying to make something good of myself. I only make $24 in food stamps a month, and I just can't keep on doing this alone. I can't afford groceries and I have lost so much weight over the last half year that I don't really have clothes to wear in public anymore. We moved away from our families over half a year ago, and almost none of our needs have been met by anyone else.

When I was a child, I was forced to scrounge the sidewalks for my own allowance, while my autistic older brother's broken headphones got replaced a third time in less than two months. We lived in a tiny no bedroom & one bathroom studio apartment in a back alley that stank of weed with an abusive man-child who seemed to always have everything his slimy heart desired. At the ripe age of nine, I had taught myself to tuck unimportant issues away for as long as possible. I was taught that I didn't matter at all. I was taught not to ask for help. And eventually, I learned I needed to give up anything I wanted personally, my resources, my own voice, and my opinions, just to keep some so-called "peace." I've been forced to say the word "sorry" far too many times. I've given up my entire life until now. People who have called themselves my "friends" or my "family" have taken my prized possessions and just... destroyed them. All while they knew I couldn't say a word.

This is a learned behavior. I thought everyone around me would be happier that way. In reality... now I know I was being taken advantage of on purpose. It might be cliche, but I had to realize that if I keep tearing myself apart for everyone that claims to "love me," I won't have any of myself left. I have to work to start my life on top of all this pain now, as well... and now, I have to say, I don't think I can do this alone. I need help putting these pieces back together so me and my partner can have somewhere actually safe and secure to heal. I want myself back. I... I want my life back. I want to be happy again. I want to fulfill all the promises I made to the love of my life. We need to stop worrying about bills so much or I will sink into an inky black. I'm drowning in this and I have been since we moved out together last year in September. I now spend all of my days fighting this horrible inflicted darkness from my past.

That's why I'm trying this now. This fundraiser and every word I've ever said online is truly my last resort, and I hope you understand that. I'm creating this fundraiser to help me and my partner survive here in rural California, where we don't have a car, we have never had a lot, and we're both running away from so much neglect and financial abuse. These funds are necessary for the building blocks to our very lives: to build a foundation of support for the two of us, get emergency funds saved in case of the worst, and to help us make up for all the money that was stolen from from our very own families. Plus, finally get our hands on a car. This is my last resort, after searching for a job for upwards of three years since I graduated, and having my mental wellbeing completely ripped to shreds by the people I loved the most and thought I could trust. I couldn't be more grateful for any support given, and I love you all so so so much.

Thank you for being here for me. I hope to someday be able to pay forward this aid. I know you can help me make this happen. All I need is this first push to keep the swing going. It sucks it's taken so long; however, I hope to find the support and strength to finish my mission. Please help me push on.