On April 13th at 10:15 am I was struck by a car on my bicycle at the intersection of 18th and Paulina by an orange PT cruiser that could not be bothered to stop and make sure that the living, breathing human being they had ran into after running a stop light was still alive. Luckily my injuries are minor compared to what they could be, but the consequences of them are not.
You see, I am not only a bicycle commuter, but I am a courier as well. I support myself through riding my bike all through Chicago delivering food. Now I have a separated shoulder that must be in a sling for 4-6 weeks, meaning that I cannot ride my bicycle for the entirety of that time. On top of that, my bicycle, which is of great sentimental value to me, is wrecked beyond repair.
I have a second job walking dogs, but I do not make nearly enough to survive on that. I suffer from severe bipolar disorder and ADHD and pay over $150-200 each month for medication, on top of the cost of psychiatric and therapist appointments. I am also in the middle of moving to a new apartment, and trying to muster up the money to feed myself on top of paying all of my bills. And now on top of it all I have to pay for public transportation everyday to get myself to work.
I hate asking for help. I've always been the one to help others but have always had a difficult time asking for it when I need it myself. But without help I will not survive the next 6 weeks. I cannot survive without my medications or doctor visits, and if I do not get help that will have to be my sacrifice. The last time I was without medication I became severely suicidal and delusional and had to be hospitalized.
Please do not judge me for this, I am at the end of my rope and this is my last resort. I promise I will pay it forward once I am healed and able to work again. For now, this is my only hope.
You see, I am not only a bicycle commuter, but I am a courier as well. I support myself through riding my bike all through Chicago delivering food. Now I have a separated shoulder that must be in a sling for 4-6 weeks, meaning that I cannot ride my bicycle for the entirety of that time. On top of that, my bicycle, which is of great sentimental value to me, is wrecked beyond repair.
I have a second job walking dogs, but I do not make nearly enough to survive on that. I suffer from severe bipolar disorder and ADHD and pay over $150-200 each month for medication, on top of the cost of psychiatric and therapist appointments. I am also in the middle of moving to a new apartment, and trying to muster up the money to feed myself on top of paying all of my bills. And now on top of it all I have to pay for public transportation everyday to get myself to work.
I hate asking for help. I've always been the one to help others but have always had a difficult time asking for it when I need it myself. But without help I will not survive the next 6 weeks. I cannot survive without my medications or doctor visits, and if I do not get help that will have to be my sacrifice. The last time I was without medication I became severely suicidal and delusional and had to be hospitalized.
Please do not judge me for this, I am at the end of my rope and this is my last resort. I promise I will pay it forward once I am healed and able to work again. For now, this is my only hope.