That seems to be what life is made up of. Just a million tiny sparks of misery that ignite into a one big conflagration. I thought 2020 was the worst year I've ever faced. In some ways it still is. Not much can top losing my mother and my husband in the same year. This year is becoming a close second though, and it's only March. I am now faced with homelessness. I need the funds to build a building on my friend's land for my animals before the city condemns my house. I know that sounds very dramatic, but it is exactly what is about to happen. My roof is falling apart. There is a laundry list of other code violations, all of them adding up to condemnation. I'm starting to hate that word.
All of that is recent. It comes on the heels of discovering the medication I've been on for bipolar is wrecking my liver. All of that happened just before my friend went into the hospital. I discovered that you can, in fact, experience PTSD just by going to the hospital and speaking with a doctor that your deceased husband used to go to. My life feels like it is spiraling a bit. I am trying to get some writing done today. I feel the sickness of sleep pulling me down but I'm trying to ignore it.
This is the part I hate. I am asking you, dear readers, for as much help as you can financially give. I need to come up with enough money for a building and fencing big enough for my animals as well. It will be much cheaper than trying to replace the roof. At least I hope so. I have been trying to save anything I can, but I also have taxes for the house and car to pay, repairs overdue on my car, and the usual bills. I am begging at this point for any help you can give. You can send it through PayPal, Chime, CashAPP, Venmo, by buying a coffee here, or if you message me I can give you an address to mail a check. I just really need help.
I am continuing to write, and will be posting more stuff here and on Patreon tonight and Friday. Have just a little more patience.