URGENT. Help Save a Queer, Disabled Woman from Homelessness

My name is Angel, I'm 44 years old, and I desperately need your help to keep myself out of the streets this winter.

A little backstory: I’ve been dealing with deteriorating neck discs and severe nerve pain for a good 8 years now. The constant, chronic pain has made it near impossible for me to hold down steady work, and it’s been a godawful challenge just to survive and keep myself afloat. My mental state is completely shot from the stress and pain, which you can imagine doesn’t help at all in my situation. Getting on disability is currently my only hope of having a future.

There’s some good news at least, on that end. I’ve been denied twice for disability, as anyone who’s gone through the system knows is pretty damn typical. But—I just had my appeal hearing this month. My lawyer is pretty confident that we will get my application approved. I just need to hold out the 1-3 months it will take to get results.

But I can’t hold out that long without help, I’m hanging by a thread. For the last year, I haven’t been able to work even part-time on the barely survivable jobs I can still manage, as my lawyer has warned me doing so has a huge risk of completely killing my disability application. Every last bit of the meager money I had has been spent keeping myself alive.

I’ve survived so far by couch surfing and the utter kindness of my friends, as much as any of them can even afford to help me. Most of them are in situations almost as bad as mine, and right now there’s simply nowhere left for me to go. I have a housing assistance application in, but the waitlist is a mile long. All shelters in Fayetteville are overfull and refusing more people.

I have no car. I can’t even pay for food, never mind for transport somewhere farther out that might have space. My parents refuse to help, they’ve all but disowned me and left me to die. And I WILL die, if I end up on the streets again. I barely survived it the first time. In winter? I’ll be as good as dead.

I’m asking, begging, for enough funds to help me manage the literal necessities I can’t do without: shelter, food, and medication. Just for a couple months, just long enough to help me hold out for that light at the end of this miserable tunnel. Please, if you can spare even a couple dollars, I would be grateful forever. If you can’t donate, but can share this post to others who can, I’d be equally as grateful. Anything and everything counts.

Please help me make it through this. I’m so close to having a life and a future that isn’t a frigid death in an alley. I just need a little more time.