Okay I’m reaching my breaking point. I found out the reason I’m getting so sick is bc there’s a fungal infection in my room that I have no way of removing. I thought it was just humidity and I’ve tried to clean it up but it won’t come off, it returns the next day.
I’m honestly at a loss of what to do. I’ve gotten a severe case of bacterial Pink Eye from dust exposure that I’ve had to endure for more than a week because I don’t have money to spare. I literally live in subhuman conditions, I feel like a caged animal at this point. I get all sorts of weird and reocurring skin infections because of the unhealthy environment I live in that I have to hide in public with clothing and excessive makeup. My hair has fallen out so much that it can barely be called hair anymore, I barely have like 5 strands lmfao so I have to use wigs to appear like a normal fucking person. I feel like I’m not even human anymore.
Anyone who has been following me for more than a few months knows I also live with the person who sexually abused me as a child, something I have never spoken about in real life because my parents are nowhere near mentally or emotionally capable of handling that truth. We’re all struggling and poor and I’d rather not burden them with that, but it has taken its toll on me for almost 2 decades. I’m severely mentally ill on top of that, and I’ve been closeted for my entire life as my family is incredibly homophobic and transphobic.
I also have to lie to clients and potential employers about my living conditions because if they knew I live in one of the city’s poorest neighborhoods I would lose opportunities. I’m constantly sick, both physically and mentally, and I’m doing much better than I was years ago but I need help getting out of here. I need help, I was trying to preserve whatever little pride I had but I can’t do this alone. I’ve been saving a bit of money from doing all sorts of odd jobs and I have around 500-600$ that I can use to secure a place, but I’d need furniture and utilities for it since I barely have anything to my name besides a bed and the desktop I use for working.
Note that my case isn’t a life or death situation, but a mind can only take so much before it breaks permanently and I don’t want that to happen to me, not when I’m trying my damn hardest to become a better person.
If anyone has anything to spare, my paypal is [email protected] and ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/yesnoir. I’m also a graphic designer and I’m able to do literally anything with a computer, I can edit pictures, I can design websites, make tumblr themes, draw, create social media packs, etc. I’ve spent a long time perfecting my craft and I’m quite experienced. I can provide samples of my work if you ask privately, but I’d rather not put them here in case someone who knows me irl sees this post as it could put me in jeopardy.
Anyway I can fully compensate anyone who donates with any digital product they choose. But if you have the money to spare and would like to help me get the fuck out of this house, I’d be eternally grateful.
If you don’t have anything of worth to say, keep it or get blocked. I have no patience for heartless people and it costs 0$ to not be rude to someone who’s already struggling.
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