Restoration and Repair of AC Unit

As I sit here and write the words for this campaign, there’s a certain level of shame, pride and hurt that overcomes me because I can’t believe that I am at this point. But as I feel these things, I’m quickly reminded by my guiding spirit, not to feel ashamed or prideful because a prideful man is a fool. So here I am.

Many of you may know me and there may be some that doesn’t. My my name is Marilyn. I live in a home here in South Florida that I consider “my place of peace” although it is constantly falling apart and requiring some type of maintenance as I’m certain many homeowners like myself experience. But despite the hiccups, it’s all that I have. I’ve put my blood, sweat and tears into holding on to my home. As things continue to fall apart here, I humbly press forward and do the best that I can to fix them but I will admit it gets very difficult, quite frustrating and at times downright heartbreaking because I seemingly can’t catch a break. Until about 10 months ago, I had help. My fiancé of almost 6 years was with me through every breakdown including plumbing issues, roof issues and electrical just to name a few. He roughed it out and helped me as much as he could. 10 months ago I sadly lost him. He had a heart attack and passed away. 10 months prior to his passing, he had a stroke. So during that time of his recovery, things got neglected and after his passing even more neglected because I just didn’t see that coming. We loved one another and just thought we were going to spend forever together. I can’t tell you the overwhelming grief that weighs on me still to this day. It’s is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, losing someone you’re so close too. Nevertheless, in his honor, for my children and most importantly everything God requires of me to do on this earth, I keep going. I’m trying. And things keep weighing heavier and heavier and consistently without ceasing. I have secretly suffered depression for years before his passing and it just seems harder now without him. I am also now diagnosed with a heart condition (Diastolic Dysfunction and Left Ventricular Hypertrophy) which has me constantly fatigued and dizzy. But, I keep going somehow, I have too. I’ve tried time and time again to obtain a second job to supplement my income since his passing and to no avail.

I don’t want to bore anyone with my story because we all have our own. Everyone is feeling and dealing with something of their own and for that reason I rarely to never boast about my own issues. But today, I listened to my “inner spirit” that said, it’s okay to ask for help. Which brings me here.

I’m a faithful person. God leads my life. I’ve always been a doer and a giver to those in need. I will give me last to anyone and I give my time to everyone. I do things quietly to help others and sincerely from my heart. Family and friends are everything to me. Anyone who truly knows me, knows me.

It is very hard and goes against everything I typically do to ask anyone to help me, especially when I know that we all are struggling and barely helping ourselves. But today, I humble myself again, place my shame and pride to the side and step forward on faith that there will be some help.

To those that can help, my heart speaks praises of gratitude. To those who cannot my heart shouts the same. To those who won’t or refuse, I offer even more gratitude and blessings just because that is who I am. In advanced, I love and appreciate each of you and I thank you wholeheartedly.