My name is Jose Rojas and life is always hard for men. However my mother left me at a very young age the way she did and it’s been 30 years and I still feel the pain. I grew up alone and depressed my whole life as my father wasn’t close to me and left a few years later. Growing up under so much stress and depression has caused me to get a stomach dysbiosis which the bacteria in your stomach are unbalanced. I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar, major depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. I have toxic mold intoxication because I’ve always had to live under very poor conditions. Candida is a bacteria in your stomach but I have an overgrowth and it’s unbalanced. Then there’s the dental aspect of it and it’s very expensive and of course I’m suppose to see the dentist but I can’t afford it. All these things in combination are contributing to a very bad breath symptom. No one will speak to me and I mean absolutely no one. I have no family or friends. All I do is work, workout, and things at home. Not being able to talk to anyone is really daunting and being alone for so long has definitely affected me. All I want is to be able to talk to people. I’ve always wanted to be a gym trainer and I can do so many amazing thing but I could never be like this. I have so many different talents and this makes me absolutely worthless. I’ve been doing the right thing and taking care of myself but now there’s so many things that I need. I need emotional therapy which is about 200$ a session. Ondamed therapy which is costing me 500 for 3 sessions. IV nutritional therapy which is like 300 each session. The dentist charges 395 just for a check up. I’m suppose to be seeing a psychotherapist which I’ve never seen because again too expensive. I was taking medication but I could no longer afford them so I’m not taking any. Now anxiety and depression make a huge role in my stomach recovery. At the same time this is all so depressing because I can’t afford most of the things that I need. I just want to finally be able to live life because my entire life has been so depressing and now that I’m finally starting to see the light I have to deal with all this medical stuff alone. I cry on my way to work on the train and people just get away from me. No one ever not once asked me if I was ok. I cry at the gym while I’m working out. And see there’s a huge difference between men and women. When a woman cries in public she’ll have many or maybe at least some people try and ask to help. But when it’s a man no one cares. People get away. I honestly have no idea how much all this will add up but anything will help me.
I need to think of some way to give back to those who have donated I’m sure I’ll come up with something.
