Holly & Family

Time top circle the wagons!

I don't have to tell you have amazingly awesome Holly, Isaac and Iommi are becasue we all already know it. This campaign is to get Holly and the kids secure housing and get their car repaired.

A Note from Holly:

otal mental health break down yesterday. Tears today. T-minus 30 days before the kids and I move out of our current residence and I don’t know where we will go and I feel like a total loser because of it.

I get into these dark places and it’s hard to find my way out sometimes.

Don’t ask me to hand it over to God - been there done that and I repeatedly get crumbs when I need meals.

In April I had to let a job go of a second part-time job that I loved, along with much-needed income that I needed, because I wasn’t valued and felt mistreated, and I can’t handle that at jobs anymore. In May, I had a hack pull my tooth out and refuse care in the aftermath of it, leaving me in such unimaginable pain, I was unable to work the one part-time job I DO have for most of the month. June. the car breaks down and needs hundreds of dollars in repairs.

My landlord and friend granted me an extension in my lease to stay a little longer and I thought I’d surely be able to improve our situation. Hasnt happened.

I’m just so very tired. So, any and all good vibes welcomed.

Depression is closing in and shutting me down. Been looking for another job, but no luck. I have friends and family I could call upon but I’m too embarrassed to because they are the only reason I haven’t disappeared into the oblivion of a mental breakdown in the last 13 years. They have loved and supported me and I’m tired of needing help and feeling like a heel when I have to ask for help. It’s so debilitating, and I keep thinking about how disappointed in me my parents must be. They worked hard for me to do better than this.

But hardship comes in waves not raindrops. My marriage died 5 years ago. I lost 2 jobs during the pandemic and have not been able to recover since. My oldest has come out as transgender and been hospitalized twice for attempted suicide, partially due to feeling rejection from key family members. My youngest has special needs I can’t accommodate right now (tutoring for math and reading - he is otherwise doing very well). What kind of luck is THAT??!! It’s been a lot to endure by myself.

These circumstances have fed compromised mental health that has pushed me into a place of isolation so even the sense of community I had years ago has diminished. But here, I can share my truth about feeling like a failure and while it’s hard, it’s easier than a one-on-one conversation about it. I know that sounds ridiculous. But it’s the way it is.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. And no, I’m not begging for money or handouts. But please send good vibes and if you feel a connection to God or the Infinite forces of life or fate or whatever you want to call it, throw up a prayer and ask for a little light to be thrown my way. Because it’s awfully dark over here.

Thank you FB Fam.