Help Tal recover from a devastating loss

I really need your help.

On June 9th I fell down the stairs at my apartment. It wasn’t a lot of stairs and I was only a little scraped up, but it unfortunately led to me getting cellulitis in my leg. I was supposed to have top surgery 3 days later, but because of the infection, it was canceled for my own safety. I’m not kidding when I say this was the worst news I’ve ever received. I was beyond devastated, and have since fallen into the deepest depression of my life.

I had money saved up (with help from my mom, grandmother, and donors) and once I paid all my bills, I used what I was going to use for recovery on a lot of things that I didn’t need. I was so depressed I would buy anything to make myself feel better, as I was confined to my home while my leg healed. When it finally was okay enough for me to walk again, the dam of emotions I’d held back during my recovery and things got even worse. I didn’t really leave my room except to get food (usually takeout because I couldn’t cook) and use the bathroom/shower.

Not long after, I quit my full time job. I wish I had a better reason why, but the honest truth is my depression wouldn’t let me work. It barely let me leave my room, so by the time I got to work I was exhausted and couldn’t do anything. I had some side gigs I could do at home to get me by as long as I did a little every day, and I even sold my car, but now all those gigs have dried up and I’m out of options.

Every account I have is overdrafted. I’ve been trying to get a personal loan, but it’s really difficult when you have such bad credit and there are so many scammers out there. I’ve been trying to get a new job, literally anything, but I haven’t gotten any calls back. I am behind on rent and have been for a while, my phone is turned off because I couldn’t even pay the $48 bill, and I’m further in debt than I ever thought was possible for me.

Top surgery was supposed to be the start of a new life for me. I had so many plans and I felt so hopeful for the future. Now I spend every single day just trying to make it to the next one. I truly feel like a part of me died that day.

So now, because I can’t envision a future for myself, it’s even harder to do what I need to to get out of this mess. As a result, I’m fundraising again and I really hope you’ll help me reach my goal. The breakdown of the goal is $1000 to get me out of overdraft Hell, $1100 for my rent this month, and the rest to live off of while I continue to job hunt and figure out how to live again.

If you read this far, thank you. And if you can’t donate, please share, or reach out to me with some comfort or advice. Love you <3

Tal

PS: I never got a new date for my top surgery because my surgeon left the practice, and the one that replaced her refused to do it for me.