The Search for Home
Organized by: Kayla Crockford
Growing up I was abused physically and verbally by my mother and made to feel worthless. When I was 9 years old our home was vandalized as a hate crime because my mother is gay, my mother barely knew the people we moved in with and the man there molested me on several occasions; and the one person I felt truly loved by was brutally murdered by her son. Despite everything I've gone through in life I have always tried to remain positive; I refused to let the world stop me from believing in love and togetherness. I've always been the one to give others help in anyway I can even when I couldn't actually afford it because I believe that's the right thing to do. I have 14 years of Customer Service experience, 10 of which is Managerial, and I put myself through college and got an Associates degree in Graphic Design. Things were starting to look up and I was finally doing well for myself until I returned home to try and help my father in February of this year. In the last four months, an 18-wheeler totaled my friend's van with us in it and because of this I lost my laptop and can no longer work as a Designer. My mother was told she's got a few months to live and her family is pressuring me to go see her; something I find very difficult and terrifying. My father disowned me and my little brother because we want him to stop being an addict. Some of my dearest friends proved to be completely selfish and were not there for me when I needed them the most. My phone fell out of my pocket and is nowhere to be found. I got fired from my job for calling out twice in the same week, to go to the hospital for what felt like dying; which I learned was an anxiety disorder that was brought on by the aforementioned. I have loads of medical issues and no money to spare for anything. I just want a chance to be normal. Even as I write this I feel like there are others who need help more than I do but at this point I don't know what more I can do. It has been an uphill struggle to get things going for myself because I haven't had the support structure of a family and therefore no solid foundation upon which I could build my life. My true friends and dear close loved ones have been there in the best ways they could but they have their own families and lives to worry about and in these hard times I can't ask for any more than they've already done. All I ask is for enough money to get a decent used car and to move to a state with a better cost of living so that I can get a good job and finally start my life. Sincerely, A hopeless dreamer who still believes in love.