In between migraines, I did finally get my letter out to churches in my own city in hopes we could start a fundraiser or something before it’s too late.
Honestly, in retrospect, I’ve been asking for help for a long time! I’ve mentioned this type of fundraiser to friends and family who are close enough to know me and my need.
I asked a friend who used to be the Habitat for Humanity Volunteer Coordinator, my Birth Father, my Sister-in-Law, and even my best friend to help and it hasn’t happened, but received painful rejection, awkward silence, or complete loss of relationship instead. Owie. Where are my angels?! Help?!
There are some very piercing truths and realities that come with TBI, or I imagine, any serious or debilitating injury or illness. There doesn’t seem to be much help for folks with TBI whatsoever and it’s frustrating!
On the one hand, I don’t think I’m asking for the moon and the sky and the stars, just reaching for the hope of keeping my home is all. Yet on the other hand, I feel like asking for help alone is too much. Most people who do get help have advocates pushing for them, it’s not them pushing for themselves like my awkward case.
Desperate times require desperate actions, am I indeed asking for too much?
I’ve pursued all the avenues possible and they’ve ended as dead-ends, what else is a girl supposed to do?
I’m not asking for a trip to the Bahamas and a Masarati here…am I asking for too much? Do the laws of attraction and abundance not apply to people with Disabilities?
Hope for change, anyone?