Why I Cannot Survive Like This Any Longer
I have too much to do that I cannot
Hello, I’m a disabled human being who is on the brink of homelessness, detransition, and forced suicide for those reasons. My family has ignored my distress calls. Everyone else gives me phone numbers which I call that refer me to other places, if they respond at all, if they don’t send the law at me or something less.
I need health and dental insurance.
I needed dental work months ago and have been suffering for that every day.
I’m running out of my medication I will die without.
I didn’t file my taxes in 2025 because I was already too disabled.
I need to get with a clinical psychiatrist to get me documented as schizophrenic with ever-worsening executive dysfunction. (I’m sure, have worked with plenty psychologists before)
I need to be on disability. I’m very schizophrenic.
I have books that are nearly ready to publish with a little help.
I should be helping with daycare for my ex.
I have medical, toll, and personal debt nearing $100,000.
I need to have bankruptcy filed.
I could sell my car for $800 and then wouldn’t be able to drive for food.
I shouldn’t be driving in the first place.
I need meal deliveries set up.
I need friendship or family to help me feel less alone.
I need community of humanity to stand up for my right to survive.
I need rent every month on the first which is $1600.
I need my utilities paid, which I missed for months and now sits at $1000.
My computer is dying. I need my internet and phone too.
I need one person to really show they care I lost my daughter and believe that my transness is not a disqualifier for that having been a horrendous thing to happen.
I need someone to understand that I haven’t been myself.
My ex is finally divorcing me; I need to work through that paperwork.
I need to work with social workers and go through a time getting their third-party judgement of exactly how capable I am of watching my child with my condition.
I need people to help me convince my family they are wrong to sit around while watching this happen.
I have legal right to pursue damages against a family who wielded a restraining order against a disabled woman — they should just help me survive and we’ll call it even. They should help me grow a garden.
I need to find some means to get the illegal court orders against my disabled self taken down, so my executive dysfunction might lessen, and I can respect society from my body more easily.
A young woman needs to hug me, and talk to me, for the healing of a heartful suffering I move through every day — they need to show me they care that I’ve lost my daughter, personally, for me to not to live in anger every moment — they need to apologize for what they’ve done to me, and take accountability, for me to have any faith in humanity.
I need someone to help me make a garden this spring at the home I love, so close to my daughter, where I could recover as a human and parent in short order, without all the stress I’ve been living through for years of hell.
I need help.
Donations would help greatly in the short-term.
This was me before I got sick.
I wrote a story about the fall. It’s sad.
https://www.daphnegarrido.com/p/willa?r=2cd8qt