Hi! I am a 36 year old, newly single mother of two children. I have a 16 year old son named Tyler, and a 12 year old daughter named Brooklynne. We live in Mississippi and like everyone has, we have had an extra tough past few years, and we really need your help to get back to a decent place, so that we may live; not only exist. I know that in this day and age, it is hard to know the difference between what is real and what is fake...between who is a scammer and who is a genuine person. With that being said, I want to ask that you please, please continue reading because I am going to include pictures, videos, and information in which I am hoping will assure you that my children and I, as well as our current situation, are very real and genuine. 

My nightmare honestly started at birth, when I was born into a seemingly wonderful family, yet very selfish and sadistic....evil, even. My mother is a narcissist whom was lucky enough to marry the most amazing gentleman I have ever known, my daddy. Because of her selfish ways, I was basically a mother and a housewife at the age of 9, responsible for taking care of my three younger sisters as well as cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, etc. My daddy had a full-time job and went to school full-time at one point...throughout he did nothing other than try to take care of his family to the best of his ability. Eventually my daddy graduated with honors from MSU, and got a very good job with even better pay, which should also go without saying that he had a very large life insurance policy. There are many facts that have led us to believe that my mother was on drugs most of my life, among other things, and she was also a very greedy person. When I was 15, she murdered my sweet daddy. There were many other evil acts that she was responsible for that I do not feel compelled to share, only because I value your time, and I am trying to keep this short and to the point. 

After daddy's death, and the arrest of my mother, after she was finally found out, my sisters and I went to live with my grandparents, whom were given guardianship over us. I had just lost both of my parents, with details that will give anyone nightmares. I was also in a new place, away from familiar friends, away from my school, as well as my home. Needless to say, I was a 15 year old child, whose mind and heart was extremely hurt and confused. I was working at a restaurant to have my own money, where I met my son's father. I was taking solace in anything that came even remotely close to bringing me any type of joy and/or comfort, and Tommy happened to be the one single factor in which this applied. Tommy also happened to be a man of a different race than I, and though I knew my grandparents views on dating outside your race; at that time in my life I thought that everything was pretty much black and white. I knew what unconditional meant. I thought I knew what love meant, and family. I just knew that my family loved me unconditionally. So, with knowing how my grandparents felt about interracial affairs and such, I knew that they said if I ever engaged in anything of the nature, that I would be disowned. If you would have asked me though, if I thought my family would ever truly disown me because of it, I would have told you absolutely not. I was wrong. I was forced to leave their home, and denied a relationship my sisters, and now over 20 years have passed and nothing at all has changed. It has been tremendously hard to get along in life, totally alone. I do mean totally. 

Over the years, I have went through many more traumatic events. I was in a very manipulative, controlling, and abusive relationship with my daughter's father, whom also became my husband. We were together for about 5 years, married for 2 of them, and when I say abusive I mean in every aspect. My children and I ultimately had to hide in a safe house with permanent protective orders in place, while I got a divorce. This happened after he came home at around 5am one morning, drunk and high, and chased me around the home that we shared with our children, with a machete. After the divorce, I moved out of town. My son had began to have major behavioral problems, which was also very emotionally traumatizing. My mother had been let out of prison and somehow found a way to contact me, and I suppose in the fragile, vulnerable state I was in, she managed to successfully sell me every dream she possibly could. 

I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 2015, and had to have a full hysterectomy. I was staying with my mother at this time, in order to have help with my children. It goes without saying that it was a miserable time; but at least I was rid of one cancer. On my birthday, thankfully also after I had healed from surgery, my mother slapped me across my face and told me to get out. My children and I packed up and once again, left town. We moved to the place we currently live, where I would meet my soul mate, my best friend, the man that was supposed to have been my second husband. We would have had our 6 year anniversary this September, 2022; but I lost him this month (June) a year ago. 

Someone fraudulently filed my taxes in 2018. Covid hit in 2019 and I lost my job. After losing my job it was nearly impossible to get unemployment due to my personal information being completely messed up when my identity was stolen by another person filing taxes for me. Covid has and still is making it impossible to get help from anyone with the IRS, to correct my information and as a result, I am still currently and very patiently, I may add, awaiting my tax income refunds from the past three years, as well as stimulus money (that I have not ever received any of at all) and child tax credit money (that I also havent received). I went through any and all of our savings, paying bills, soon to be left with nothing. We had to move homes, and my car was repossessed due to my not being able to afford the monthly note any longer. My fiance' had become ill at this point and neither of us had any family to turn to for help. Without a vehicle we were not able to get anywhere. I have to say that Wal-Mart grocery delivery has definitely saved my life throughtout this. My fiance' passed away and I had that to deal with, as well as the fact that I had contracted Covid myself, and had to be hospitalized for a short time. 

I have PTSD, severe anxiety, and what they call "crippling" depression. All of which are quite debilitating on a daily basis. I am honestly trying the best that I can. I am all alone with two children, whom have only myself to rely on and I am drowning. Without a vehicle and a strong support system, I cannot get a job. We live far into the rural area of our town and cannot get high speed internet, which is a requirement of every online/work at home job I have ever seen or heard about. My mental illnesses along with everything I have endured, have caused me to completely isolate myself and so therefore I am without even one single friend or acquaintence to ask for any type of help. I have applied for grants for single parents, etc. but all of those take so much time, and bills do not wait for anyone. There have been so many days in this 100 degree weather that I have sent my children to stay at one of they're friends houses because our power was disconnected due to non payment. I, however, have had to stay here in the suffocating heat and fight with everything I have, to figure out how to get them reconnected. There are so many days that I go without food just to ensure that my children never have too. Soon, we will have to move again due to my lease coming to an end date, and the landlord claiming that the home needs to be vacated for repairs and remodeling. I have no idea where we will go, or how we will get there. I am almost certain that once again I will have to sell everything I own, and we will be forced to go to a shelter somewhere, if there is even one with room for us available. 

Aside from the main, biggest issues that I so desperately need help with, such as funding for a home, a vehicle, etc.; are smaller issues that are important none the less. These smaller issues include funding in order to purchase my children new clothes and shoes, which they haven't been fortunate enough to get in the past 2 years. They need haircuts and other things of that nature. I hope that it is put in your heart to help us. We have no one, and it is a very sad and lonely place. Every single day is a complete and utter fight, just to survive for the one day. Go to bed and do it again tomorrow. I know that there are people who are experiencing worse, as I know that everyone is experiencing at least some. I am at a total loss, and have nowhere else to turn. I honestly feel as though my children and I will possibly end up dying here, and no one will even know for some time. Please help us. Thank you so much!