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Hi there! My name is Kimberley and I'm a 22 year old female from the Netherlands. I hope you take the time to read my story.
Before I start, a quick summary for those that don't want to read the wall of text below.At a young age of 16 I was kicked out by my dad, not long after my mother died. I bounced from foster home to foster home, having to leave due to different issues every time. I ended up with my uncle and aunt, until I was forced to leave there too and live with two friends. The lasting mental issues even cost me my job. Now, after living with my friends for just under a year, I have a chance to get a real home for myself, but I need some help with the initial costs.
Now, the full story:Up until now my life has been a big, big mess and I'm sure a lot of people are dealing with a lot bad stuff daily, but I hope to get some help from you.My life was pretty good, I had sweet parents and lived together with them and my brother. We had a great time together, but my world got turned upside down when I turned 7, when we heard my mother got very sick. I'm not going into too much detail but the doctors said she didn't have very long to live anymore. 6 years later, she passed away and our family completely fell apart. My dad didn't know what to do with his grief and started to drink and became very aggressive. At one point he asked me: "Why did it have to be her, and not me? No actually why would I have to suffer? It should have been you in that coffin.". My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves, we were 13 and 15 then. Everything was getting more and more messed up over the years, my father hopping from woman to woman until he lost it all, and without a reason he kicked me out of the house. He didn't care where I went, he just didn't want to see me anymore.
From there on I lived here and there, sometimes with friends, sometimes with foster families but I never really got my own place, my own home. The last family I lived with was actually related to me and even though it all went well in the beginning, after a while they started to turn against me, at least it felt that way since they told me to leave on a daily basis, and that they didn't want me anymore. My aunt drank, and when she did she yelled at me and nothing what I did for her was good enough, even though I did all the chores and even did her job for her from time to time. I eventually had to leave that place and ended up with 2 of my friends, they took me in without thinking twice and that is where I am right now. Even though I'm very grateful I can stay here, the place was never built for more than two people, having only a single bedroom. As such, I sleep on the couch in the living room (which means there isn't a lot of privacy).
Everything that happened in my life did leave it's mark on me. Currently I'm diagnosed with depression with a post traumatic stress syndrome which causes a panic disorder. Because of this illness I also lost my job. Currently I'm receiving medicine for my mental illness and I'm on a waiting list to get treated in therapy. It's not all bad though, I've been looking for my own place together with a friend and am planning to go back to school as soon as I'm mentally able to.
Now I know this is a very long story but I want to explain my situation as best as I can. Let's get to my request now. I finally found an apartment, it's a nice apartment with 2 bedrooms and a place I can finally call my home, the issue is that even though I can pay for the rent just fine, I have to pay double the rent as a security deposit, not only that I will also need money to pay for some furniture and at least have a floor. I saved up some money to pay for all this but I don't have enough.
What I'm asking from you is to help me out, I finally have a chance of getting my own place, finally have a home and I'd hate if I would have to let that opportunity slide. Even the slightest amount of support would mean the world to me. I can't give anything back to you but I will promise to keep you up to date with pictures and stories of my new home.