We found a kitten on the side of the road yesterday. She looked much worse, having scabs over her one eye to the point where she couldn’t open it at all. We took her to the ASPCA, but they were full and couldn’t take any kittens, especially in her condition, they couldn’t risk the other hundred cats to get sick too. We cleaned her up there as best we could, then went off to find a different animal sanctuary. We got lost and decided to just take her home to try and give it rest before trying the next day. We took her to a local pet shop where we bathed her and the groomer said that she has an upper respiratory infection and an eye infection, who knows what else.

There’s hope though! She started walking around and ate a lot between yesterday and today. She has so much love in her. She loves cuddling with me and can’t go to sleep unless she’s on my bed. Reallllllyyyy adorable.

This is a long shot since I don’t have many followers, but I would like to set up a donation to help her. Even with working, I would not be able to help this poor kitten. I’ve called 4 vets, they all said it would be about 600 dollars in total. Please help us out, I’ve fallen in love with this kitty and I just want to see her better, no matter what. 


I’ve raised 20 dollars!!! keep spreading!

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This is something I have not been talking about on my blog very much because it’s been so detrimental to my mental health for such a long time that I am only now ready to speak up.

I have worked for Canada Post for four years. I have been bullied and talked down to by the majority of my coworkers, most of whom are decades older than myself. Towards the second half of 2013, I had begun to experience worsening levels of anxiety and depression. Soon, I was experiencing debilitating panic attacks at work, and I found myself often hiding and in the washroom crying and trying to catch my breath. One day, my boss called me into her office to discuss something random. She went off on a lengthy homophobic rant about how disgusting she thought it was to see two men holding hands in public. I was in the closet at the time, so I tried to keep my composure and remain calm, but I left work that day feeling worse than ever. 

The next week, I called in sick. I called in every day because I couldn’t sleep at night and the anxiety I was feeling daily was enough to make me physically ill. A few days later, police woke me up after they broken down my back door. They were accompanied by my mother, who had received a phone call at work from my boss saying I was suicidal or had attempted suicide. My mom was hysterical. I was furious.

When I confronted my manager, she exclaimed that she had received n tip saying I was suicidal and wanted to check on me. She refused to tell me anything more until I was “healthy.”

Not long after, I went on short term disability. After a couple months, I was told my case was being forwarded to another agent who would be handling my appeal. The agent told me the appeal was to extend my coverage and that I had nothing to worry about while it was happening because I would continue to be paid.

When I was instructed to have medical forms filled out for the insurance company, I was bounced back and forth from doctor to doctor to psychiatrist to doctor before I finally met someone who could do it.

Little did I know, the doctor who gave the insurance company my medical record (about prescriptions and continued support for medical leave) had also given them my confidential mental health worker’s notes. 

A month later I received a letter in the mail saying my appeal had been denied on the basis that there was not sufficient medical records to show I was experiencing symptoms of depression, anxiety, and struggling with my sexual identity.

Despite being on prescription medication, in weekly group and solo therapy, and having doctor’s approval to be off work, the appeal was denied due to the fact that I was not straight.

The second appeal was also denied, and the 10 page report includes lines like "[Rhyse] has issues by bisexuality" "experiencing percieved hostility in the workplace" and[he] has developed situation anxiety at work  The report completely invalidates any actual harassment I had experienced at work, and then goes on to use that as an explanation for why I have been experiencing anxiety. 

The report includes no less than 7 completely irrelevant references to my sexuality and frames them as an excuse to invalidate the very real and dangerous mental health issues I have struggled with for the past year. Keep in mind that all of this information was collected illegally without my consent. Because the appeal was denied, I am expected to repay Canada Post $8990.40 CDN and up to $2000 in back taxes. 

I am meeting with a lawyer on Tuesday, September 2nd, for a consultation that I am paying out of my own pocket, but if I am to continue seeking damages from the hospital that released my information, my employer, and my insurance company, I will need to be able to pay the retainer fee which is expected to be in the low thousands. 

I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I have been caught in the middle of a war with my mental health and my employer for over a year and taking legal action is the only way to put this to rest and allow me to continue on my road to recovery. Every penny, like, and reblog helps. Thank you so much.

Here’s the link

News flash: queer sick people are still sick people. If you have a patient with a broken leg, are you going to insist he’s fine because he happens to be queer?

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I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read, donate, and share this.

I absolutely hate asking for help, but I don’t know what else to do. I’m a 19 year old female disabled domestic abuse survivor who is in pretty desperate need of housing. This is the second time that my mom, sister, and I have been homeless since leaving my abusive step dad in 2008. My mom started dating my abusive step dad when I was two, so I don’t know a life without him. He tore down my self esteem and prevented me from having a childhood as well as having friends, and once we left him (I was 14) I hoped that things would be better, but nothing really improved. My mother and I do not get along, and it is extreme, which most likely stems from her life being a rollercoaster as well, but she is constantly at my throat and I can’t handle this constant anxiety coming from my home life anymore. Right now I am relying only on my sex work (I sell my nude photos) in order to buy food and necessities for my entire family. Because of this I am unable to save anything because I don’t make very much money at all and I have been forking over cash to many people who don’t understand the stress and strain I’m under. I have dealt with constant bullying at home (and at school, before I graduated) my entire life, as well as constantly being evicted and moved around and without basic needs such as food and clothing. I’ve lived in over 20 places so far and have attended 10 schools in my life, and I’d really love to stay somewhere for more than a few months for once. Currently, there is nowhere for me to stay besides my cousins two bedroom, one bathroom with 5 other individuals. I do not have a bed of my own, and I have a chronic bone disease as well as other chronic bone problems, so I’m in extreme pain 24/7. I also have anxiety and ocd, so as you can imagine, my mind is being exposed to a very negative environment and I have finally admitted to myself that I am depressed, and have been for a very long time. I want to begin my journey to happiness. That starts with getting away. I need help with housing. I am looking for funds for only myself as my family (although I’m sure they have good intentions, and I know I shouldn’t be making excuses for them) are very toxic and I am fighting nightly anxiety attacks being around them on top of my heavy amount of stress, so they will not be coming with me(my mom is saving for a place for she and my sister.) I need roughly $4,200 to afford to move into an apartment (a few months rent in advance, to cover myself if I don’t make enough one month until I am accepted for disability and find a part time job, furniture necessities, and groceries. Also money to pay for my wonderful dog to be able to live with me.) I apologize if this is scattered, but I’m explaining this the best I can while enduring a migraine I’ve had for two weeks and my hands shaking with anxiety(I’m a mess right now), so please forgive me if it is. Even $1 is help, and I ask that if you can’t afford to help, please share this. I appreciate everyone taking the time to read this so so much. I love you all, please remember that if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you. xo Amber

Please please please take the time to read and re-blog this and help out a person in EXTREME need. It means the world for even just a re-blog because its a chance for her story to get out there and have a chance at living a peaceful life. Amber is full of dedication, courage, life and so much more. I’ve never seen a more generous person in my entire life. She would do absolutely ANYTHING to help anyone in need. Even if it’s something from a sweet complement to a stranger, to getting the whole Kansas City Chiefs team to sign a foot ball in memory of a child that passed away who’s most favorite football team was the Kansas City Chiefs. She goes above and beyond for anyone, despite her issues and the negativity of the world. Her whole world is crashing down on her and she’s trying her absolutely best to keep trying even if there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel. As time goes on for her, the tunnel seems to be getting longer, darker, colder and no one is coming to help her way out… So show her that light at the end of the tunnel. Show her there still is hope. She is my very best friend, and I can’t stand to see her suffer anymore and not be able to help her in anyway possible. Please, read this story. Share this story. Even donate if it is possible. It would be beyond words grateful if you would do any of those three. Thank you. <3

I’d like to add that I do NOT condone gofundme’s recent activity allowing racist campaigns to continue on their site. However this is currently my only option.

Okay so I’ve never actually met you but I love you so much and I’ll do everything I can to help you 💕😘

You’re wonderful and I love you!

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The community in Ferguson is struggling to come up with the money to keep their kids fed, since school has been cancelled all this time, yet people have donated over $12,000 to the murderer who started all of this in the last 24 hours alone. Think about that. And then donate to the right cause.

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“If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.”

anonymous reader on The Dish

One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

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Okay, so many of my watchers on deviantART are already aware of this, but last month I was scammed for thousands of dollars by a user named Pixlett / ToxicMutagen. (They both use the same PayPal address) Pixlett has since deactivated her account.

My account of the fraud:

[ Part 1] [ Part 2 (Today) ]

Pixlett bought some artwork from me for very large sums of money. Then, a few months later, I notice that a couple grand went missing from my PayPal, because she filed a credit card chargeback against me, claiming that she never got the item. Obviously, it was digital artwork, so there was no physical item to ship. She did this for every single piece of artwork she bought from me, and even after backing myself up with a ton of evidence, PayPal ruled in her favor.

And now, today, it has happened AGAIN. Pixlett has filed MORE chargebacks against me, putting me into negative $2,000 in my PayPal account. I start school in a week and need money to pay for my new textbooks, supplies, and gas, but looks like that’s not gonna happen thanks to this fraud.

I have set up a PayPal Donation button on my page, where you can help me out. Even just a dollar helps. Small amounts add up quickly, and I need to get out of the negatives as soon as possible.

I apologize, because I never ask for help, but this is just beyond my capacity of fixing in such a short amount of time. Several other people were also affected by this scammer, so please consider helping them out too.

Thank you! ;u; If you have any questions or concerns, you can message me on here or on my dA.




also - wow … WOW .. I´m fucking mad about this person and paypal - this is really fucked up. this is really a slap in the face for digital artists …

Signal boosting, this is not cool.  


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