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The original donation post being buried in the notes, I’m making a new post. I’ve had to spend money on food and transportation to escape from an emotionally abusive household, where my intimacy’s violated, and where I endure weekly financial abuse. I’ve severe OCD, which means I cannot provide for myself. I managed to raise 136$ out of 300$, and since I’ve had added expenses in the meantime, my new goal is 400$. If you can and want to help, you can do so through my Paypal [email protected] and I have a donation button on my blog. If you feel like people in your online/in person communities are more deserving of help, feel free to direct your support to them.

So, I’m gonna try this again. Please please please if you see this please click the link to my little shop, it helps boost traffic which is super helpful for a new small business like mine 🙏🏻 It would mean the world to me if this blew up a lil bit😭💕

new month.

Hi y’all,

Hey I’m not sure if anyone is going to see this but I’m going to tell my story. My whole life I’ve had to deal with abusive and neglectful parents. When I was younger my mom beat me here and there but not anything different from what many african parents do. Things began to change when I was around the age of 8. My mom married and brought a man and his daughter from africa with almost all of her money sacrificing her kids eating and even her home cause we were evicted soon after she started the process. We had to go with very little food and lived in very terrible places. When he finally came to America it was shown to my mom that he didn’t truly come for her and he was using her as a gateway to a better life. When this happened a lot of problems arose in the household and my mom became even more broken. When I was around 11 we were finally able to move to the suburbs in a shabby little 3 bedroom apartment full of 9 people but this is when the serious abuse started. My mom was the only person working in the house which put her under a lot of stress. There was a division in my household my mom had come to despise the girl that she brought to America cause she was disrespectful but I felt bad that everyone ganged up on her and would usually try to stand up for her. This caused my mom and my two sisters to despise me and they would find ways to either get me beaten by my mom or make fun of it to me after the fact. Because of this I was the main target and usually the beatings would take place after my mom came home from work and they would be very severe. After years of this I decided that I couldn’t live with my parents after highschool and I would have to find a way out. I started working in my junior year as soon I was of legal age but my parents started taking my paychecks and telling me it was for my own good sometimes even beating me to take it. My senior year of highschool I was very excited cause it was finally going to be over and I was going to be graduating with a scholarship that would allow me to go school for free and get enough money back to buy myself a car. But things took a turn for the worst possible outcome when my stepdad graduated college and said that he was going to get a nice job in Connecticut. I begged my mom not to move or at least move after I graduated but she said no and that I could “get another scholarship” even though this is one I’d been working towards since freshman. My mom quit her job and put our lives in the hands of my stepdad someone who had never worked and didn’t understand how things really worked in America he moved us to a “nice” neighborhood that was in the middle of nowhere and impossible to go anywhere without a car so I usually stayed inside my room. Since now my stepdad was the only person with a steady stream of income our lives were in his hands and he said because he was paying the bills he never had enough money to buy groceries so we would go very long times without food. But in reality he was actually sending money to his illegitimate children in Africa and their mothers and it was all a lie. While this was happening my mental health took a severe toll cause I was completely isolated and hopeless and I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to be able to leave. I also lost my scholarship cause I left the school district and lost my job which even though my parents were taking most of my check I would a least scrape off 20$ so I wouldn’t have to go hungry. I would love to leave this place and I have a plan to I’m going to be getting my associates in biology in the spring/summer and I’ll be able to move away and get a real job. The only setback is that I don’t have a car and I can’t get a job where I live. The only place hiring around me is amazon but I can’t work there because they give 11h30m shifts that makes it very hard to do my schoolwork. I have a gofundme and I’m hoping that I could please get some donations so I can finally leave this hellhole and make a home for myself thankyou for taking the time to read this.

I honestly can’t believe the amount of support I’m getting I can’t thank everyone enough for helping me it finally feels like I’m going forward and not backwards this time

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A black girl will be spending years in jail because she had a mental health crisis. PLEASE READ

The instagram handle for information on Saraya’s case and updates is actually @Justice4Saraya

This is AMAZING!!!!

When I tell you my jaw is in the ground o.O

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