My Story Will Not End Here ;

Please take a moment of your time to hear my story. I will start with my most pressing situation then go into the history of what has lead me to this point in my story.The first week of August 2016. I was forced to take a medical leave (FMLA) from my job as a department manager in a major retailer. I had broken at least one bone in my foot called a metatarsal. Those who have know me since childhood know that I have had this issue several times before. This is now the 8th time it has happened since the age of 7 (current age 37). I am working with a podiatrist who has been a wonderful doctor to me. She is doing what she can to help prevent future incidents and hopefully find the underlying cause. However my FMLA runs out November 1st 2016. Since it has been almost 11 weeks since I last worked I had used up every penny I had to survive. I have sold many of my personal belonging just to get food and have the basic utilities. My landlord has been gracious and patient with me but I know they can only wait so long with me basically living as a squatter now.At this moment I beg everyone one who reads this to take some time to look into NAMI.org and Project Semicolon. If nothing else I hope the world may understand what it means to live with High-Functioning Depression by reading my request here. I have dealt with depression for about 25 years now. Very few people truly know how severe it has been for me at times. It has killed relationships with people I love. It lead to situations that I lost guardianship of my daughter. She has been my reason. Last month was one of the darkest moments for me in my entire life. I was trapped inside 4 walls not reaching out to anyone alone in the darkness. By some miracle a person entered my life on September 18th that stopped and gave me a moment of their time. I did not realize it right away but that moment they gave me saved my life. For that reason alone I will always have a love for that person and I will never be able to show my gratitude enough. One smile has turned into thousands. I have now reached out to people who have been close to me for help and I know I will not end up being homeless and they have helped me get food so I will not go will not go another day without eating.Now to the reason I am starting the gofundme for myself is to help me get back on my feet both literally and figuratively. I want to get back to work and be able to support myself again but I am not going to be their fighting through this on my own. I do need help continuing on with the treatment for my foot but also and more importantly in the long run my own personal mental health. I do not expect people to come rushing with fistfuls of money and honestly I do not want that. I ask that you share my story and if you can spare some of your pocket change. Above all I hope that my story will bring more attention to those people you see every day that may have a dark random thought telling them lies stemming from the illness of depression in any form. You may not realize it but it can be your next door neighbor. Your mailman. The barista who makes you your morning coffee. The cashier ringing out your groceries. Your boss. Your coworker. Your clergymen. Your child or parent. Mental health problems do not care who or what you are. It attacks everyone no matter the color of your skin. Your socio-economic background. Gender or sexual preference. Not one human being is immune. If that person is you then I hope you can get the courage to share your story to at least one person. There are people who love you no matter what. You just have to be willing enough to accept it.A semicolon is a place where an author can end a sentence and stop the story but they chose to keep it going. Your story does not have to end here ;