Hello, 

My name is Kinga, and I’m reaching out with deep vulnerability and hope. 

A few years ago, I lost my mother due to a medical error. I was her caregiver until the very end, and she passed away at home in my arms. Witnessing her death and seeing her body left a deep scar on my soul. 

Three years later, my father – an alcoholic who emotionally abused me for years – also passed away. During that time, he repeatedly blamed me for my mother’s death. Every day, I was told I was worthless, that I would never make it in life. 

Despite the emotional damage, I tried everything to prove him wrong. But now, my mental health has crumbled. I have no family left and no real support system. 

Public mental health services have a waiting time of nearly two years in my country, and I can’t afford private therapy on my own. Recently, I took on a second job in an attempt to save up for treatment, but it’s physically and emotionally draining. 

I want to heal. I want to live a life not defined by trauma and pain. Your support would mean the world to me and could make the difference between just surviving and truly living. 

Thank you for reading my story. If you're able to donate or share, I’d be deeply grateful.

Kinga