I know many people struggle with difficulties, and I am not alone in my pain. But now I’ve reached a point where I need to ask for help. I don’t like to ask – but at least I’m trying. Because now I believe there are good people who understand.

Hello, my name is Regina.

I want to share my story – not out of self-pity, but because I have reached a point where I feel I need help.

I grew up in a toxic, emotionally manipulative family environment. With a narcissistic mother who constantly drilled into me that I’m worth nothing without her. She didn’t support me or praise me, what mattered to her was to control me. When I worked with her, sometimes I only got half of what was due to me, and sometimes nothing at all. This oppression led me to hate myself. My self-esteem was in ruins, and at one point I even started harming myself physically because I felt I deserved it.

I wasn’t seeking attention, I just wanted to somehow escape that self-loathing I lived in. Her reaction when she saw me? Mocking comments and more insults. She might as well have left me alone, but even in my pain she hurt me. Since then, I’ve come a long way and I am healing. I no longer hurt myself, and I know I deserve good things.

I was 17 when my father died. I received no support in my grief – instead, my mother handed me sedatives. She got me addicted, so she could avoid caring for me. I fought dependency on Frontin and Xanax for years, but I quit. Alone, with willpower. I knew true healing had to come from within.

Three years ago, I met someone who began to believe in me when I didn’t yet believe in myself. The love and perseverance of my partner made me believe that I deserve good things. With him, I started a journey of self-discovery and step by step dismantled the walls built inside me.

I am a creative person. I love drawing, crafting, creating. Finally, I want to do something that creates value – and where I can be myself. I already have plans I want to realize so I can finally flourish.

But now I have to fight again with the feeling that everything is slipping away from me.

My grandfather, the only family member who truly loved me and was proud that I was the only one in the family to graduate, surprised me with a car. This is the only tangible memory I have of him. I took the car to a service where the mechanic made a serious mistake – he performed the transmission oil change incorrectly, causing the transmission to break down. My car became unusable. The repair costs are several million forints, and currently, I don’t have the financial means to cover it.

I could sue, but even starting the legal process involves heavy costs. Meanwhile, my family is blaming me again – but now I don’t listen to them. I’ve learned to stand up for myself, and I won’t let what they did to me go unanswered.

This car is not just a vehicle. It is the last memory I have of my grandfather when he was still healthy: we went out for lunch, and he met my partner. He saw in me that I was finally safe. Now that the car is broken, it feels like I’ve lost a piece of that safety too.

That’s why I started this fundraiser.

If you can help me pay for the car repairs – even with a small amount – you would be supporting me not only financially but emotionally as well. It would help me truly move forward: start a new profession, become independent, and one day help others who are on a similar path.

🙏 Thank you for reading. Sharing my campaign would also be a huge help.

❤️ Regina