Survival Support

I’m Terra. I’m neurodivergent, so please bear with me — if it wasn’t for Copilot’s help, this might otherwise be nearly impossible. I entered the hospital last month on three separate occasions, and until I went in screaming instead of trying to speak, I was turned away or looked at like I just needed to be in a mental institution. I started this GoFundMe with faith, believing earth angels exist and might find me in this time of need. Asking for help is the hardest thing to do for someone like me, so thank you for taking the time to read this and for possibly passing on my current survival story. I’m still finding the courage to unmask after a lifetime of trying not to make others uncomfortable, and from the terrible lived experience of knowing that people who aren’t willing to get loud are ignored. I’m in school right now, learning about ethics, and all I know is that they’ve never seemed to exist in this money‑driven, hypocritical world — a world where a hospital can misdiagnose you or try to toss you into a psych ward after mentally abusing you and outright lying to you in the first place. The systems set up to govern our world are corrupt — from hospitals that treat you like a number to shelters that treat you like a Social Security check. I’m here to ask the world for help today. Every share, comment, like, and dollar goes toward rebuilding from the ground up after being locked away in the hospital long enough to lose everything and have to start again. I’m afraid I’ll find mostly closed hearts, and yet I’m even more afraid of what will happen to the people I care about if I don’t learn how to ask for help. I don’t know many people who are financially stable in today’s economy, but I still believe villages raise children. And this adult child is in desperate need of being raised up once more. I want to point the finger at the hospitals that left me with no choice but to leave or be detained for a mental evaluation while blood clots threatened my life. At the nurses and doctors who swear to do no harm but are perfectly fine watching in silence while lives slip away. At the doctor who mentioned another surgery and then never returned. At the physical therapy team who took me for a walk while my hand was swollen and my finger was already darkening. I am hurt above all else. I’m angry, frustrated, tired — and still, like the humble servant I’ve always been told to be, I managed to find a job that will allow me to make just enough to remain homeless in Ohio. I want to blame the shelter with black mold, only interested in what Social Security or Medicaid will pay to house you. Or the second shelter with rules and staff whose only purpose seems to be holding you there while charging Medicaid — while simultaneously setting rules that if you bring home food, it should be enough to feed everyone under the roof, even though you can barely feed yourself. Every action helps: donating, sharing, or simply recognizing me as someone worth helping. Those wishing to donate directly may do so w/Cashapp $BodyWorkVibe I was a healer befor this nightmare struck. I dont know how but I hope to heal again. Thank you for seeing me. — Terra