Support Betty's Fight for Health, Stability, & Her Future!

Well howdy there, friend! I hope this message finds you well that you're happy, healthy, and in the best, most generous of temperaments! Let us begin our little journey by way of a short but sweet introduction, basically the "Betty Cliff Notes," but with absolutely ZERO educational value!

My Name is Elizabeth Anne Barnes, but my friends call me "Betty." I was born in La Mirada, CA on May 13, 1982. I'm a cat momma to my twilight-aged rescue kitty; Miss Banshee Pants, and at this point in time, I'm truly in dire need of help as I'm currently homeless and unable to get back on my feet on my own.

I'm what's known as "invisibly disabled," as my disabilities are not visually obvious. I have medication resistant Epilepsy that presents with Auras, long term debilitating migraines , a myriad of different seizures types from "Grand Mal Seizures" to "Absence Seizures," never knowing what I'm going to get. It's painful, annoying, debilitating, and life-destroying. My seizures csn get so severe and long lasting, my former neurologist installed a Vagus Nerve Stimulator to help control the seizures, it doesn't and it makes me feel like garbage. I can no longer drive, as my driver's license has been "medically revoked," I'm ☆TERRIFIED☆ to go anywhere in public alone because the last time I did, I had a Grand Mal Seizure at 7-11, the clerk thought I was drunk so he called the cops.

Lo and behold, there were about 30+ cops waiting for me to be carried outside to be put through their power abusing paces.

It was mortifying and embarrassing!!

I was SCREAMED AT while having back to back seizures, wrongfully accused of being drunk in public, harassed, belittled, physically hurt, and it didn't end there. I endured several months of stalking, harassment, and abuse from that incident because the cop's were scared that I was going to sue them. Needless to say, I'm now Agoraphobic thanks to my Epilepsy.

I have asthma, reoccuring cellulitis, arthritis, genu valgum, several painful foot problems, PCOS, Bipolar 1, Severe Anxieties, Trichotillomania, sporadic fatal insomnia, Balance problems , Involuntary muscle twitching , Memory loss , Abnormal movements , Autonomic dysfunction....the list is pretty long but I think you get the point.

As of approximately Fall of last year, my deep seated personal fears had been more than confirmed. They had been shaken and blown up, only to leave me drowning in the confusion and remnants of ash in it's stunning wake. The numerous painstakingly crushing 'au courant' realities that were just made very VERY "REAL," and somehow "OFFICIAL," by the countenance of the stoic rigid 'black and white' typewriter typeface on the coldly clinical paper describing the circle of Hell that I was about to endure next.

I joke to myself that this is the culmination of a lifetime spent taking care of and helping others, never leaving anything left for me to "help" or "care" for myself in ANY capacity. I still wouldn't change all of the blood, sweat, and tears I've spent, choked on, and grew from for anything else in the world. I figured that I had banked enough Karma for several lifetimes over and that if anything were to happen to me, that everyone I've helped along the way would one day "Pay it forward," and help me if I ever was put in a position similar to my current one, with whatever was in their talents and/or capabilities.

Oh, Betty!! You silly, sully, naive girl!!! I got hit with a brick of 'real talk' REALLY FAST and I quickly learned that...

REALITY IS A CRUEL B¡†©#!!!

I'm truly alone, with no support and I'm homeless with cancer and my really old cat.

Here I am, trying to impress upon you my stark day to day reality, fraught with a long list of health maladies for which I truly DESPERATELY need treatment for, the lack of a permanent home for some normalcy, comfort, and much needed respite and convalescence for both myself and my cat, Banshee.

I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT maintain treatment+ surgeries+ doctor's appointments while I'm out on the streets, it's literally impossible and I have truly tried!!

I have an immediate need for funds to make sure that I don't lose every important thing I have left, remains of loved ones passed, important documents, apartment stuff that I know I won't be able to afford again, a lot of sentimental and valuable items. I have a couple of hundred dollars saved but I need $660 more...like yesterday.

Having that taken care of then I can focus on getting homed, seen by doctor's, and restart the treatment plan that homelessness forced me to bail on. I kinda don't want to die but due to the myriad of medicinal allergies+sensitivities that I have, I can only be put on certain meds/treatments, none of which either of my insurances cover.

This is incredibly embarrassing and difficult for me to need to ask for help like this but I don't have family to take care of me and I'm hoping that I still have a few friends left that valuee enough to help save my life because this situation is no cakewalk and ★every single day is a battle for sanity, sobriety, and safety.★

Please, I implore you to donate if you can but at the very least, please repost this, so that maybe a random kind person might have a few bucks to spare to keep me going.

Thank you for taking the time to read my long diatribe of despair and know that I love and appreciate all of you!

BREAKDOWN OF FUNDS:

$660- storage

$350- new phone

$2970-deposit + rent for a new place until housing is granted