Plain & Simple: Help Me

Never in my life did I think I’d start a GoFundMe. That changed earlier this year when my dad died on St. Patrick’s Day, and even then I basically had my arm twisted to start it. Everyone was so generous and most of the funeral costs were covered. Yet I find myself here again, in full financial ruin. I was my dad’s caregiver for about a decade, so when he died so did the income. I’m in the process of selling my house but that won’t close until February 1. I’m living (I don’t know how, with the number of mental breakdowns I’ve had) day to day. So, here I am again, all pride demolished. Embarrassment out the door, asking for help. From food to kitty litter for my Penelope to the thousands of dollars of bills that are piling up to burying my dad’s remains with my mother’s. I wish I wasn’t in this situation. Most days I wish I wasn’t here, period. Mentally, I’m in a place I’ve never visited before and it’s scary. I need help. I need to afford my medication. To get personal, I’m diagnosed with severe depression, severe anxiety disorder, OCD thoughts, PTSD. Today is my favorite day of the year: Halloween. I woke up and realized this will be my last Halloween in the house I’ve lived in my whole life. I couldn’t stop crying and for some reason I couldn’t stop shaking. In my head I’m thinking of how pathetic this sounds. How “Woe is me” it must read as. But at this point I have no other options. So, with my head down and tears in my eyes, I’m asking for help. If you can, all my love will be sent your way since that’s something I still CAN afford. If not, if you can share this, the same love. Plain and simple: help.

Love,

Justin