I just want to keep this here
Welcome, my friend.
I write to you as if I'm screaming from the depths of hell, my being torn apart by grief every moment. I am here in the hospital, watching my child struggle between the mists of life and death, clinging to a ventilator that has become like a rope tying me to him, tearing at my heart with every weak beat.
Words fail to describe the pain I feel, and I realize the cruelty imposed on us by the circumstances. The doctor, with his broken voice, told me that my child's life was on the brink of collapse, and that if the surgery was not performed immediately and the $2,650 cost paid, his ventilator would be removed, and he would plunge into the darkness of death, never to return. How can I bear to watch my child lose the sparkle of life from his eyes, while the suffering in my body and soul increases?
I ask you, with all your strength, to extend a helping hand in these difficult moments that cannot wait. Please save my child, restore to him a glimmer of hope in this world where fate has treated us so harshly. No matter how small the amount, no matter how many words or contributions, they can be the bridge that keeps us away from this dark end.
I know words cannot bear the weight of this pain, but I beg you from the bottom of my broken heart to help, before my child's candle is extinguished and my soul sinks into the clutches of despair.
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I felt silly.
(My au has been a bit too happy for a bit too long. Also I’m almost done with the “final” 3rd part of kidnapping Twisted Rodger, I promise-)
Reminder that Twisted Vee has no idea where Stained Glisten even is right now. I’m sure that won’t be an issue later.
The sooner you reblog this, the funnier it is
Danny: my parents weren't like, abusive, they just didn't pay much attention to me and Jazz
Tim, his nose stuck in his laptop: studies have shown that neglect is just as damaging to a child's psyche as other, more visible types of abuse
Jason, incredulous: how do you know that Tim?
Tim, staring over the edge of his laptop: look me in the eyes and ask me that again Jason
Duke, popping in from the next room: are we trauma bonding?
&Â message you without being judged.
just random things I find none of it belongs to me age:20. if you ask me things I might send long answers or simple small things. I get anxious and don't want to be seen as rude or annoying sending too much or too little
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