I am still figuring things out for myself, and any guidance or support are greatly appreciated.
If I ever say anything inappropriate or incorrect, please call me out on it so I may apologize and correct myself.
The past two months have gone rapidly downhill for me. At the end of January, I was having trouble finding myself with any extra money after my necessary bills were paid. Now, in the beginning of March, I’m being hit double with car payments and insurance payments (paying off the balance for my ruined vehicle and starting up on payments for the new one). Altogether, my rough estimate at the moment comes out to more than I make in a month. This isn’t factoring in food or gas.
The bottom line is, I can’t survive off of what I make a month now, nor can I expect my boyfriend to let me float. He can cover more of the expenses than I can, but he can’t cover everything. What’s more, I need to buy a whole range of new things. I need to replace most all of my clothes (I spent most of my Friday afternoon repairing holes in shirts that are several years old, and show it. I own one pair of jeans pants that fit me that aren’t for work. I do not own a single pair of shoes that does not exacerbate my back pain.
I need to go to the doctor to help improve my mental health situation (I am suffering from untreated depression and I am concerned about fibromyalgia), but I am unable to, because even though I have health insurance, I don’t have any money to cover the copay for an appointment.
I don’t have any family who can help me at this point in time.
It isn’t a question of me staying here or becoming homeless, but the truth of it is, my life is about to get a great deal more difficult and uncomfortable. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to manage to pay all these bills without racking up even more credit card debt than I already have. I don’t know what else to do.
All this in mind, I want to remind everyone again that I do witchcraft and divination for profit. I mostly do tarot readings, but I also do pendulum q&a sessions and will make customized sigils for witchcrafty purposes.
I used to have listed prices, but at this point, I’m opening it up for donations—pay me whatever you are able or willing to.
All money donated will go to helping me cover my bills, and, hopefully, the necessities I’m unable to purchase at the moment.
just because i don’t follow u back doesn’t mean i think u have a shitty blog. you might just have posts/fandoms/stuff i don’t really want on my dash. and hey, that’s fine. it’s YOUR tumblr you’re here for you and that’s goodgreatawesome
but please don’t think me not following you back means i hate u 5ever and that u can never inbox me or reply to my posts or follow me on twitter or something b/c that is not what it means at all
You guys, I have big personal news and I’m so excited to share. Prepare for sappiness.
This is the only website where I can come and say “I have a service dog now” without my family learning about it and assaulting me. So I’m going to post about her here.
Her name is Billie. :) She is a 2 year old dachshund/fox terrier mix, and she is absolutely everything I want in a dog. She is well-behaved, goes into work mode when in her harness, doesn’t bark, loves playing when at home, is house-trained, gets along well with other pets, and cuddles me to sleep at night.
I don’t usually get this deeply sentimental about things, but I genuinely feel as though Billie was sent to me from a higher power. I adopted her from a local shelter (she is up to date on her shots and is spayed) and after only two days, we are inseparable.
As far as her being a service dog goes, I am training her to help me with my bipolar disorder. I had a panic attack the night of her adoption, and instinctively she crawled into my lap and pressed herself against me. When I came to, I started crying because I realized how much she helped and how precious she would be to me. After taking her to the Disability Resource Center of my university, I got her licensed and now she comes to class with me. She likes sleeping under my desk. In fact, just a few minutes ago, she prevented me from having a massive anxiety attack in the middle of a class meeting.
I don’t think I can express how much Billie means to me already. It’s only been two days and she’s my best friend. I adore her.
My sweet angel, Billie.