Hello, I am embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other choice. My story can perhaps convince you to donate whatever you want. Take five minutes and read my story. I was born in 1997 on a day in July, in a family that looks perfect on the outside... but in reality is a nightmare, a sister abused by a violent father for years, drunk, violent, he beat us almost every day, a mother who is now an invalid, we ran away from home, from house to house, to escape my father's terror, we went around foster homes, shelters, we ate at Caritas and associations... we lived without hot water and gas... we dressed in clothes that were not our own... But nothing stopped us! I worked a lot since I was a boy and did everything! From waiter to factory worker, from delivery boy to front office receptionist, warehouse keeper, electrician's assistant... I went to school, even if it was hard to get a diploma in accountancy! I always tried to give my mother hope, I paid for my own driving licence and went to work by bicycle, then I saved up and bought a car... my mother, with her disability pension of 280 euro, gave me a hand, but she had many health problems such as being paralysed in one arm, the use of a pacemaker and underwent a transplant after years and years of dialysis. I have always done what I could by getting up every day...without relatives..without friends and....without love received..but now...I can no longer...I am in a dark limbo..through psychiatric help..I am on my knees I can no longer get up..expenses overwhelm me and debts pile up..I cannot be strong..I have no friends..I have no relatives..I have nothing..yet I wake up every day and try to stay up..I do not smoke, I do not do drugs and I do not drink alcohol. I don't give in to certain temptations. Asking for charity is the last bastion on the beach..it's something I would never do..and yet..here I am..I have so much to tell maybe I would talk for years but I keep silent..the amount I ask for is to have breath..oxygen..pay the bills, do the shopping and maintain the car and keep it aside..breathe to recover and get back on my feet! Go back to looking for work! Once the expenses are covered go back to giving resumes with my head held high! The amount...I don't know if it's a lot or a little but for me...it's the way to breathe, pay and move forward with my heart in my hand...and for what it's worth...I say Thank you. Thank you and excuse me...if you want to contact me and ask me more even if it's just to talk...you can do it quietly.