“I’m trying to come back to work after a period of depression. I’ve battled it off-and-on my whole life, but two years ago the wheels just completely came off. I’d just had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with my friends, and I went to sleep in a good mood, but then the next day I couldn’t get out of bed. I was still in bed four days later when my boss started calling. The next two years were a battle. I lost my job. I was hospitalized three times. I filled a giant binder with information about depression, where to find programs, and how to appeal your insurance company. I felt like I was fighting for my life. I’d call a hospital that specialized in a certain type of therapy, and they’d tell me they didn’t take my insurance. I’d say: ‘Please help me. I’m dying.’”
I am writing this post today with very unfortunate news. I have recently lost my health insurance. I was under a plan that my mom no longer receives and because things aren’t the best between her and I (after a lot of backlash with coming-out), it has been very difficult to even talk to her about when I will get it again. I have a very important appointment with my endocrinologist in the next week; I am suppose to start hormone replacement therapy. I was rescheduling these appointments so I could save enough money to cryopreserve my sperm because I do hope to be a mother one day. Finally when things seemed working in my favor, I lost my insurance and I am unable to pay for this visit and the hormones.
I started a fundraiser around a week ago asking for support to help me with the cost of cryopreservation, facial hair removal, and clothing. I have gathered a lot of support and help in this short span. For that, I am very very grateful. However, with these recent events in mind, I am now in desperate need. These appointments are extremely expensive so I will now use the money that was allocated for clothing on doctor visits.
If everyone reading this could even donate a single dollar that would help me beyond comprehension.
I am women trapped in a body that I wasn’t suppose to be born in.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.
On December 6th 2013 I wrote: “I really want to and need to go to a proper therapist, but can’t afford that. I had a mild depression, which paired with my pre-existing issues made a lot of mess. I’m more or less fine now, depression-wise (I’m not a huge fan of myself, but I’m happy to be me again). However, I’m having a very hard time coping with the damage the illness has done (I lost sth very special, hurt someone’s feelings) so I’m not-exactly-fine in general”.
With no talent for art and crafts, I decided to put together these little bags in order to raise money (although my main blog is dedicated to BBC Sherlock, they are not related to any fandom). I started therapy January 15th 2014, and that’s only thanks to the lovely people who decided to buy little bags of random! :)
I’m still selling these and will keep doing so till the end of the therapy (that’s gonna take a while). Please help me to pay for the therapy by buying a little bag of random! You’ll find all the info here, together with updates on my progress.
Reblogging this post for signal boost helps too! Thank you in advance,
I don’t usually post things like this or ask for help but we really need it. This is my little cousin, when she was 4 she suffered a 2 and a half hour long seizure that left her in a coma. She woke up with severe brain damage. She lost her eye sight, ability to talk and she lost all control of her body. She has to slowly relearn everything all over again.
We have found a specialist in the US that offers a therapy that awakens the brain to gain back the things she’s lost. This therapy is crucial for her to get her life back. We live in Canada and the treatment is expensive so we’re doing all the fundraising we can. If you can, it would mean everything to us if you could donate, every little bit helps. Even if you can’t donate, please reblog to get this post out there. Thank you if you read this, I love you! x
Before: Oct 2012 - 240+ pounds
After: Oct 2016 - 195.8 pounds
I was smiling in my before picture, but I wasn’t happy at all. I left school, worked a job I hated, and was in a toxic relationship. 2 years later, I lost my parents a week and a half apart (Mother lost her battle to breast cancer. My father had a heart attack. He died on the day of my mother’s funeral). From that point, I was numb. August 2015, I attempted suicide. I knew I hit rock bottom. I wanted to live. I started going to therapy. I quit my miserable job. I started working out and eating cleaner. I left my toxic relationship. I’m back in school. I fell in love with myself. I’m so proud of how far I’ve come. I still have my down days, but I continue to fight. I choose peace. I choose happiness. I choose to live.
So yesterday Salon posted an article basically saying “I walked away
from being a full time parent to focus on me and I shouldn’t be shamed
for that”, and today it is “I shouldn’t be expected to love my
stepchildren”…so I am betting on tomorrow it being “I do regular
therapy shopping to take my mind off my poverty even though my kids
aren’t getting regular meals and that’s ok”. Maybe Thursday it will be
“I deserve to stop feeling bad about having brutally beaten my kids and
you should all support me in this.” Friday can be “my kid lost the use
of her legs so I euthanized her and my story shouldn’t be silenced by
stigma”. It can join Salon’s greatest hits, right up there with the
semi-annual articles with titles like “I’m a pedophile but not a
monster; the monsters are the people who don’t like pedophiles”.
They are doing meds and crate rest so the disc can heal, but there’s a good chance he may need surgery and will definitely need therapy, more vet visits, wheels, and meds. One (out of five) of his needed meds is a little over a hundred a month, and there’s isn’t a cheaper solution for it. It’s the only one controlling his pain.
They made a go fund me page. If you aren’t able to donate, please reblog and share this with others on facebook, twitter, etc.
“I don’t have anything to offer in return, except my unending gratitude, and a very happy eleven year old who loves his dog.”
See this pretty kitty? This is Mohawk, my autistic brothers therapy cat. He unfortunately got lost but was found hours later with a severely broken leg, dislocated hip, and possible nerve damage. Some jerk decided to kick him hard, thankfully it wasn’t from being hit, but still. And see the bump towards his rear? That’s his bone. Thankfully my vet let them put him on my account so he can get the surgery he needs before payment, otherwise he’d need his leg amputated, or worse, put down.
Sadly, she’s on government assistance and can’t viable pay back the $4,000 needed for the surgery, medicine, and other vet care costs.
Please, please please share this, I’ll be helping, but cannot pay it all for her.
4 years ago today I posted this picture on Facebook. I had lost 60lbs in 10 months. I was so proud, healthy and fit. After I took the ‘after’ picture, I continued to work out and eat right. As the years went on, I developed a seriously unhealthy relationship with food. I wanted to keep losing weight, keep getting smaller, and I dropped another 20-30 pounds with heavy restriction and over exercising (I stopped weighing myself after I got too obsessed). At the end of 2013, I started to go to therapy for my disordered eating. In 2014, I had reconstruction surgery on my breasts including a full breast lift, reconstruction and implants to remove excess skin and repair the damage to my breasts from extreme weight loss. I gained about 20-30lbs back through the recovery process (plus very large boobs lol). In 2015 I found my balance again and went vegan, now in 2016 I’m working still to lose the weight I gained back from recovery and surgery. I want to get back down to my lowest, healthiest weight. It’s hard, but so worth it. I want to feel slim, fit and healthy again. I’m here to be real with you guys, that’s why I make posts like this showing you every aspect of my journey and let you know it is NOT overnight, it takes YEARS. This is not a diet, this is a LIFESTYLE CHANGE. And life happens. Ups and downs. I’ve hit rock bottom during my journey, and I’ve been on top of the world. I’m still here, and gonna keep rocking it out until the day I die ✌🏻️