I’m Fighting to Quit Alcohol

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I’m Fighting to Quit Alcohol
I’m fighting to quit alcohol and rebuild my life. Your support will help me stay sober, heal emotionally, and return stronger. I’ve always believed in helping others, and today, for the first time, I’m asking for help—for myself. 🤍 ⸻ 🟦 1. A Creative Soul, Broken by Circumstance My name is Mahmoud, a Syrian creative, a big brother to three beautiful sisters 👨‍👧‍👧, and someone who has always believed in doing good for others. The war forced me to leave my country and rebuild my life from scratch. Despite all challenges, I kept going — until life knocked me down harder than ever. ⸻ 🟦 2. My Mother’s Illness… and Losing Everything A few years ago, my mother was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, an aggressive and painful form of cancer 🎗️. I dropped everything — my work, my stability, my ambitions — to take care of her. She was my anchor, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. I gave her everything I could, emotionally and physically, until she passed away a year and a half ago. Her death shattered me 💔. Around that same time, the person I loved left me — unable to handle the emotional weight I was carrying. I slipped into a deep depression, and alcohol became my only escape. ⸻ 🟦 3. I’m Not Ashamed to Say: I Need Help I’ve always been the one who gives — my time, my effort, my love. But this time, I’m reaching out for something I never asked for before: support 🤲 I want to stop drinking permanently. I want to heal. I want to rise again and be the version of myself that I know still exists. But I need help to do it. Not pity, not charity — just sincere support from people who still believe in second chances. ⸻ 🟦 4. Where Your Support Will Go 💸 Every dollar will go toward: • 🧠 Continued sobriety support (therapy, basic living costs) • 🛌 Mental health recovery (sessions, structure, food, sleep) • 🏠 Monthly rent support, to secure a safe and stable home during recovery • 🧾 Paying off an old debt that has been weighing heavily on me for years • 📚 Supporting my personal growth (training, new habits) • 💼 Starting fresh (rebuilding my freelance work in marketing) ⸻ 🟦 5. How You Can Help ❤️ • 💳 Donate whatever you can — no amount is too small • 🔁 Share this story with your network • 🙏 Pray for my healing and my strength I believe in miracles, in kindness, and in people 🌍 I’m not proud of everything I’ve been through — but I’m proud to be standing here, clean for over 10 days, and asking for a future. Please help me keep walking this path 🕊️ ⸻ 🟦 6. This Isn’t Just About Me Part of your support will go beyond just helping me. I know someone else who’s also struggling with alcohol — someone good-hearted and sincere. I will use part of what I raise to support his journey to sobriety too. Healing feels more real when it’s shared 🤝 ⸻ 🟦 7. Investing in My Work and Purpose I work in creative marketing — design, storytelling, helping others grow their brands 🎨 This has always been a source of joy and pride for me. Your support will allow me to invest back into my work so I can restart, reconnect with clients, and create freely again without the shadow of debt or shame. I want to serve again, not just survive. ⸻ 🟦 8. Replacing the Addiction with Growth I’ve enrolled in an evening course 🌙 to replace my drinking time with learning 📖 Every evening, at the same hour I used to numb myself, I will now learn, focus, and grow. This isn’t a symbolic gesture — it’s a strategic commitment. I am rewiring my nights, and my life. ⸻ 🟦 9. Who I Am, Honestly I’m not perfect, but I’m real. I’ve fallen, but I’m not ashamed to say that I want to rise. I’m a Syrian creative, a brother, a helper, a believer in goodness 💡 I’ve supported others many times in silence — this time, I’m asking for someone to support me. Not out of pity. Not with conditions. Just for the sake of God, for the sake of kindness, and for the sake of one more chance. I’m telling you this with all honesty, all humility, and all faith 🕊️ Your support will not go to waste — it will be invested in healing, in change, in life. In memory of my mother the strongest woman I’ve ever known

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20 Years of Pain: Help My Mother Walk Again

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20 Years of Pain: Help My Mother Walk Again
Dear compassionate souls, I come to you today with a heart full of pain, humility, and a desperate hope that there are still kind people in this world who care. For the past 20 years, my mother — the woman who raised me with love and sacrifice — has been unable to walk properly. Her knees are severely damaged, and she lives in constant pain. Every day, I watch her struggle just to stand, just to move a few steps — and most days, even that is impossible. She often remains confined to a chair or a mattress, robbed of her mobility, her freedom, and her dignity. We live in a country that lacks even the most basic essentials of life. Healthcare is a privilege only the wealthy can afford. Clean water, reliable electricity, safe transportation, and basic medical care are not guaranteed here. There are no social services. There is no health insurance. There is no safety net for people like us — the poor, the forgotten. When my father died in 2015, our fragile world collapsed completely. He was the only provider we had, and since then, my mother and I have been living in extreme poverty. Every day is a fight to survive — to find food, to afford medicine, to simply keep going. I have no steady income, no job security, and no help from the government or local institutions. The doctors have told us that surgery and physical therapy could allow my mother to walk again — that she could live without constant pain, maybe even be able to leave the house on her own for the first time in decades. But the cost of treatment is far beyond anything I can afford. It feels like watching a door to hope open… and not being able to walk through it. That is why I am here — reaching out, humbly and vulnerably, to strangers with kind hearts. If you are reading this, please consider helping us. Your donation — no matter how small — can change my mother’s life forever. It could mean the difference between a lifetime of suffering and a chance to stand, to walk, to live again. If you are unable to donate, I ask you from the bottom of my heart to share our story. Someone out there might be able to help. Someone out there might hear our cry. My mother has spent her life giving, sacrificing, and enduring — now, I want to give something back to her. I want to give her relief. I want to give her dignity. I want to give her hope. Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. Thank you for being the light we’ve been searching for in these long, dark years. With all my heart,

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Asking for a Little Help to Heal

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Asking for a Little Help to Heal
My name is Jean. I’m 32 years old, and right now, I’m the only one standing between my mother and complete collapse. After a lifetime of trauma, domestic violence, and emotional scars, it’s just the two of us now. The circumstances tore apart our family, as we were displaced like many others — left to survive with almost nothing. We now live in a temporary, unfurnished apartment in Antelias, trying to hold on to whatever dignity we have left. There are days the silence in this empty place feels louder than any bomb — it’s the silence of abandonment, grief, and exhaustion. I work from home, doing admin work for a broker. I earn $300 a month — a blessing, but it barely keeps us afloat. Every penny goes to essentials — mostly medical, and working from home at the moment is the best option for me since I collapse in a time I do not expect. Recently, my mom's health took a painful turn. She's on daily medications and has become increasingly frail. I’ve been trying to stay strong for her, but I finally went to a doctor myself. The results hit me hard: thyroid dysfunction, vitamin deficiencies, liver issues, and lung concerns. I’ve started medications and now need regular follow-ups. And beyond the physical, I’ve been quietly battling something deeper — panic attacks, chronic fear, and overwhelming sadness and depression. The doctor confirmed what I feared: signs of C-PTSD and chronic anxiety. I need psychotherapy, and soon. Here’s the honest breakdown of what we need to survive and heal: Medications (for both of us): $50 every two months → $300/year Doctor consultations (shared visits): $50 every two months → $300/year Psychiatric sessions for me: 10 sessions at $70 each → $700 Routine blood tests & ultrasounds (every 3 months): $110 each → $880/year Monthly dietitian visits: $40/month → $480/year Instead of putting us on even more medications — which would mean more side effects, more testing, and higher costs — our doctor recommended we see a dietitian who can help manage our conditions through proper food and affordable nutrition. This is not an extra or a privilege. This is a way to prevent more damage — physically and financially. It’s a complex and painful situation. We walk 25 minutes each way to the clinic just to save on transportation and keep it for bills. We do everything we can to keep going with dignity, but we are running on empty. And the truth is… this fundraiser is only for our basic medical and psychological needs. Nothing more. I do have dreams. I always did. I dreamed of living with dignity — not wealth — just dignity, without debts, without fear of tomorrow. I dreamed of growing in my field and eventually opening a small office for my insurance work. But I threw those dreams away just to survive. I buried hope under survival. This campaign is coming from someone who never wanted to ask for help — someone who hit a deep, dark place mentally. A depression that took me to dangerous thoughts. That’s when I realized I couldn’t carry this alone anymore. I have contacted countless organizations. I’ve begged, filled out forms, waited for callbacks that never came. Most aid in Lebanon is reserved for refugees — and while I understand that need, it leaves people like me and my mother invisible. Religious institutions turned us away. Political figures ignored us. We are not "connected." We are just two survivors trying to keep each other alive. I was turned away over and over. And while I understand others are in need too, it left us invisible. And I lost hope in all political, religious and other organizations. So here I am. With all my fear, and all my shame gone. Asking for help. Not because I gave up — but because I still want to fight for my mother and myself. I know Lebanon is full of families in crisis. I know others are suffering deeply too. But if you find it in your heart to help us — even a little — it would be a lifeline. Please help us breathe again. To sleep without fear. To heal. Your donation, your share, your words — they are not just support. They are survival. With all my heart, Jean & Mom

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