Helping Heather Survive & Flourish

I’ve struggled with whether or not I should post this for so long. Weeks. Months, even. I woke up this morning in more pain than I’ve ever felt before and I realized today that I am at my wits end. What I am about to say includes details of my life that I have never told those closest to me...I don’t know how people are going to react or if they’ll even assist me, but I am exhausted and depleted and this is my cry for help. So here goes nothing.My name is Heather and I am a fat black trans woman. I am a singer/songwriter/composer/producer and aspiring megastar. I am currently homeless and I am seeking domicile far away from my abusive, transphobic, and fatphobic family. I’ve just been doing my best to barely get by and survive on a daily basis, but that has become nearly impossible since the pandemonium of COVID-19, and all of this has made life that much more dreadful for me. I need hormones, I need my surgeries...I need to feel and been seen as EXACTLY who I know myself to be...I don’t want to live in a world where I cannot be exactly who I am, and that scares me more than any transphobe or potential murderer ever could. I do not currently have funds to supply myself with basic necessities, let alone medical treatment, and I really just do not know what to do. I fear that I may end up just a fleeting memory, like so many of my sisters and siblings, if I do not attain the means to get on my feet again and acquire immediate safety. I need your help. I can’t go on living the way I’m living...please. Whatever you can give counts...and even if you may not be able to give now, a simple share could save my life. I am begging.

I am also accepting donations through

Venmo: @heatherhedera

CashApp: $HeatherHedera

Thank you.