Help Lux's Poor Teeth

Hi, I'm Lux.

 Around 4 years ago I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital after my first suicide attempt. There, they told me I was suffering from depression (among other things, which I will get to later). For the first time in my young life, I had clarity on why I had been feeling and doing the things that I had. Although I couldn't see it at the time, the haze of depression had started to take over my life towards the end of High School and only intensified when I began studying at College. 

Mental Illness can be a funny thing when thought of in hindsight, but when you are going through the midst of it, it is soul crushing. I would wake up every morning absolutely devastated that I hadn't died in my sleep. I had no energy to do anything but cry and wallow. I skipped classes and stopped taking care of myself because I didn't see the point. I didn't see the point in keeping myself healthy and active because I hated myself and felt my brain was out to get me. I came to find this out much later on, but I was also suffering from an undiagnosed anxiety disorder, psychosis caused by two personality disorders, ADHD (which affected greatly in regards to my schooling) and PTSD from the sexual abuse I'd suffered early in my childhood.

Since then, however, I have been lucky enough to be part of an amazing treatment program at the psychiatric hospital that treated me on the fateful day mentioned above. I am to this day receiving psychiatric and therapeutic care from a team of doctors and professionals. I am highly cognizant of the fact that my situation is a rarity; most people do not have access to the treatment I have and continue to receive. I will be frank: the only reason I was able to receive this care right away is because my name was put to the top of the waitlist for psychiatric care because, as I've mentioned, I tried to kill myself and was thus deemed a "high risk" case. I only have to pay for my medication, as the therapy appointments (which would normally cost too much for me to even consider taking) are free and subsidized by the federal and provincial government. 

I tell you all this to give you some background on my situation so you can better understand why I'm about to ask of you what I am. Remember how I said mental illness was funny in hindsight? Well, it truly can be, but it can also be heartbreaking. I've lost so much because of it; friendships, jobs, I've had to drop out if school... but worst of all, I lost myself. I lost sight of my value in this world and what  I mean to those who know and love me. I didn't care about taking care of myself because, in my ill little head, I didn't matter. 

I know better now. Thanks to my amazing treatment team, my medications, my family and friends, I know better and am trying to rectify the mistakes I made when I was (more) ill. 

So here's where my teeth come in: during the height of my depression and psychosis, I let my personal hygiene suffer which has unfortunately led to some serious decay in my oral health. I have several cavities, and some of my teeth are so bad that they can't be saved and need to be extracted. I also need several root canals. 

Since I am neither working nor in school, I do not have insurance (and, for some reason, the procedures I need aren't covered by my mother's insurance), so I have to pay out of pocket for the treatment. I've been trying to be diligent and steadfast in my upkeep of my oral health now that I am lucid and aware enough to do so, but that unfortunately can't undo years of neglect and damage.

So there it is: I need money to fix my poor broken teeth.