Still unemployed

Sorry as always for the open rant you all witnessed two nights back from me. I'm genuinely very stressed about money. In summer and fall 2023 my concern was just trying to make myself noticed somehow, bit-by-bit through social media and gaining a substantial following just to better myself as an artist.

Now, I need any income I've got just to afford my rent and utilities.

To put it into perspective (besides the Ko-fi produced Shelby-fund, which was successfully breached and will be used this coming week on her vet bill) my ssi income's been reduced to 530$ a month while my rent is 760$. My old job supplied at least 300$+ but I don't have any of that coming in now. The stimulus money I was given as a parting gift instead of a final paycheck can't be withdrawn from or transferred to my main bank. I have at least 140$ left on that stimulus just for other expenses like busfair, art supplies, dog and home care.

I'm INCREDIBLY grateful to have my EBT card covering my groceries, my jobcoaches assisting with printing out cardstock for any (eventual) upcoming events or cons and getting me a buspass discount, and of course the backers to my Shelby fund to cover that for the year (much love to Brandon, Misty and Cheatsy on Ko-fi). I will be receiving unemployment soon, though still not enough to cover my rent and utility cost.

But, I need to pay for services on Upwork, Linked In and Vograce, for sensitivity readers and animators and shipping costs for any physical Etsy merchandise, possible venue space for real-life events, professional art prints, computer and tablet maitanance, and that's not even getting to possibly subscribing to sites such as instagram or Facebook. I still have a lot to save up for and do WITHOUT being unemployed.

As a reminder, I need to take commissions especially at this time, both 'quick' ones and more complex pieces.

5$ USD for Sketches (traditional or digital) 

15$-20$ USD for Inked, flat colored art without backgrounds

30$ USD for complete pictures

3$ USD = specific medium (completely digital, colored pencil, ink/watercolors, chalk)

5$ USD = extra characters 

5$ USD = shading/lighting 

10$ USD = Physical shipping of the drawing if it’s traditional

This is also a reminder to please assist and support me however you can via my Ko-Fi, Etsy shop, Redbubble shop and my Patreon.

Thank you, everyone.

Me: I need x, but I have no income because I’m disabled and awaiting SSI

Someone: Just save up!!

Me: ...ZERO INCOME

Them: :) Just :) Save :) Up :) ! :)

what if the little engine that could actually couldn't at first because no one was maintaining it or keeping it fueled

Hey y'all. I hate to make this kind of post while the world is in the condition its in but I'm trying to survive and not be homeless.

The Situation

I've taken care of my disables veteran mother since I was 14. I'm 27 now and I'm really chronically ill from PCOS. I have PTSD and Major Depression because of this I never learned to drive because I was continuously traumatized while trying to learn or when trying to ask to learn. I needed my family's help to get to medical appointments and instead I was treated like an inconvenience until I could no longer work from being in pain all the time. My family kicked me out of the house after I snapped when I told them I was in a lot of pain and to nauseous to eat and they replied with a scoff. My mom called the cops and lied to them telling them I hit her and had me arrested for domestic violence... I've been a pacifist since I was 5 I've never hit anyone except for when I was having severe psychosis because I was unmedicated and undiagnosed. I greatly regret those times even though I have no memory of them. My mom was also pocketing and lying about my SSI. She had me work 3 jobs when I started getting sicker and my body started giving out about a year ago. I had to pause my college classes because of my health and I smoke weed to manage the pain since I can't get to doctors. My pausing class led my mom to tell everyone that I quit school to stay home and smoke weed all day. I work at the college and my campus is my real home. I would rather spend all day in pain on campus at work then stay at home because my real home is my campus. I gave her everything I could. I took care of her half of my life and when I genuinely needed her she abandoned me. I got kicked out in November and I've been staying with a friend. I'm trying to find a place to rent when I can afford to reunite with my cats. I need help with a deposit and some groceries for now. I live in FL and you need a medical card and I couldn't renew mine in time so I can't get medical weed for a while. The semester hasn't started yet so I can't start work yet. I don't want to be short because of the deposit and I want to help my friend with groceries while I'm staying with her because she isn't charging me to stay here even though if someone finds out that I'm here they'll be in breach of their lease and can get kicked out. I also need help with basic hygiene because I done want to spend my SSI because I need to find a place to stay ASAP.

Please if you can spare anything at all cash app me.

$0/$750

$600 for rent

$100 for the background check

$50 for a Uhaul to move my mattress, dresser, shelf and desk to the new place once I have one.

TLDR: Help me put down a deposit for a room to rent and and moving fees. My mom pocketed all of my SSI for the last 10 years while lying about how much I was receiveing and also demanded most of my paycheck. I don't have savings because she would take them. 

C@shapp: $ButtPirate27

V3nm0: Komal-Deo

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Don't mind me, I'm just fucking depressed

*saying this with complete awe and you shouldn't expect anything less because this is how I always see you* how the hell do you write so fast

Your phrasing here made me both laugh and blush, thank you for brightening up my inbox, Xela.

I have recently (especially for Jumin Week) gotten into the habit of setting a timer and forcing myself to write out the scene in my head, no matter how bad it is. It helps me get over that initial block I feel when everything needs to be perfect and nothing sounds right. Then I can sink my time into editing (though since I have procrastinated so much on writing these I don't allow myself to go in-depth). It has felt like an exercise in letting go of my perfectionist tendencies and allowing myself to just mess around with a prompt.

I probably also prioritise writing more than I should. I have definitely lost sleep over fic editing when I shouldn't have.

Done

I just learned that we cannot get access to both storage units until we pay off the entire back bill. We owe $460.25. We don't have it.

I'm so fed up with all of it. It's not enough to lose our home to circumstances beyond our control.

It's bad enough that we have been on waiting lists for an apartment for over 2 years.

It's bad enough that Dave has to have a complete knee replacement and can't even consider the surgery while we are homeless.

It's bad enough I had to send my 15 yr old daughter to go live with friends, and I hardly ever see her. Her 16th birthday is on the 22nd, and I can't do a damn thing for her.

It's bad enough that I am physically disabled and no homeless shelter will take me. My disability makes it impossible to stay in the van even when I have no choice. The pain is ungodly.

It's bad enough that I have no friends and no family that can/would help. I'm not even from this state, so I do not know anyone.

It's bad enough that SSI screwed up my address and they took several hundred dollars from my pay.

It's bad enough that our van is breaking down and that Dave is babying it to try to buy time until we can afford to buy the parts it needs.

It's bad enough that I am unable to even get to my doctor appts due to the van issues.

It's bad enough that I have contacted every place imaginable to get help, and all of them, except social services, told me that they can't help.

I'm sick of getting repeatedly beaten while I'm down. I'm not even allowed a brief respite from all the bull sh*t to just catch my breath before something else comes along and beats me down even further.

I'm fed up with feeling like a failure as a parent and for letting my daughters down even though it's through no fault of my own. It's the most heinous feeling in the world.

I never wanted to be rich. I grew up with a disabled dad. We had no money and barely scraped by each month. My parents had a tight budget which meant they could not afford frivolous expenditures. We went without heat, hot water, cable, telephone service, et. That was the norm for us.

All I have ever wanted was to have a roof over our heads, a functioning vehicle, food, clothing, and our needs met with just enough money left over for emergencies. I guess that was hoping for too damn much.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon

the strike is not over. i hope people double down, actually, and continue to strike; as we approach the final day of our beloved bisan's initially demanded week, i imagine many of us feel a sense of relief. relief, that we can return to "normal," resume our consumerism, unpause our work and school.

i don't feel relief. i feel dread.

i'm not going to act like this post will exclusively be seen by people who haven't suffered - it is being written by someone who has, but the fact of the matter is this: i am not palestinian. i have no known palestinian family. i have never been to palestine, and an amount of people engaging in the ongoing strike fall into one or more of these categories. this post is for them, for me, because many of us have not suffered as palestinians have. many of us have suffered genocide, colonisation, starvation, and torture, yes, but not the way palestinians are right now.

if you feel relief, if you feel like the end of your obligation to strike is the light at the end of the tunnel, if you're looking forward to no longer rationing food and necessities, if you're desperately waiting to obtain your medications and access healthcare, if you are anxious to begin seeking new employment or housing... if you will soon have to begin salvaging your life due to the consequences of striking, and you cannot wait for the twenty ninth to come, please.

please. understand that the people crowded into gazzah, actively dying of starvation, disease, sniper bullets, tank treads, imprisonment, exposure, lack of medication and medical devices - the people we strike for, have no "end date." please, look back, especially those of us who refused to risk their lives to stand in solidarity, and come away with this:

you cannot fathom how much people are suffering in gazzah. you cannot understand it by seeing it, by hearing it, not even by holding your friends as they weep for their martyred families. if you feel desperate and afraid, if you don't know how you're going to make it to next week, if you have to seek emergency care, shelter, or food because you participated in the strike... let that centre you. let that put just how privileged we are, even at our lowest, most marginalised, most endangered. even when it nearly kills us, we still have more.

i'm not undermining anyone's suffering. i will die if even more thing unbalances in my life and i'm of numerous colonised people; i know where you're coming from when your response is to recoil from this post, to anger, to "YOU don't know what I go through." and that is my point, that as hard as we, as you, may have it... we haven't even scratched the surface of the depths of human suffering. i am asking you to think about why you recoil, why you anger. i am asking you to look beyond your nose or feel beyond your fingertips, to accurately place yourself on this spectrum of pain.

to let that acknowledgement drive you forward. let it enrage you, not at me, but at the zionist occupation and its allies. this can end for us. we can pick up our lives, even if we never achieve the degree of comfort we had prior to striking. palestinians can't, not yet. not unless we keep acting in solidarity with them. not unless we embrace a willingness to make sacrifices, and begin to make them.

landback for everyone. palestinians will be free to return to and live in palestine. yemenis will flourish in abundance. the congolese will achieve autonomy, free of enslavement and genocide. the sudanese will triumpth over genocidal rapists.

all that's left is to ask ourselves one question: how much are you going to sacrifice to make it happen?

I love when people are like "why don't you just get a master's in library science" when I talk about industry problems. like yeah ok. I'll get right on that. as soon as you give me say $75,000 (low-ball amount) for 4+ more years of college tuition, not to mention the living expenses I will still have to take care of when I have to cut back on my working hours to accommodate my school schedule. for 4 years. to maybe have a small chance at getting a job that pays 38k/yr.

longing for forearm crutches

Disabled people on/trying to get ssi/ssdi should be able to unionize.

I just want to live on my own and be independent but I have no idea how to start doing any of it. I work an easy laid back part time job, but that's the limit of my ability to work, and I can't even do that reliably. I'm late to work every day and constantly under-perform bc I'm so tired and unmotivated, but even if I keep at this job it's not enough to get by. Idk how to apply for disability or affordable housing or anything. I just want someone to walk me through everything but my parents are so unhelpful. They're either too busy themselves or too impatient to deal with my adhd making everything take forever.

I got my x ray results today! My bones are officially disintegrating. Happy pride month.

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the funniest part about making my yjh/kdj tag what i made it is that i genuinely don't think kdj would have read nor written fanfic about ways of survival. and especially not y/n x yjh. also i dont think he would even survive thinking about sex. persephone wore a garter belt and he nearly spontaneously combusted.