Engagement, Awareness, and the Fight Against Discrimination

To everyone reading this—this is not about me. It’s not about seeking validation, not about boosting my ego, not about anything personal. This is about expansion, visibility, and being heard—for everyone who struggles in silence, for everyone whose voice is drowned out by those who don’t care to listen.

When I like my own posts or engage with my own comments, it’s not for attention. It’s an effort to make sure that the message I’m sharing gets amplified, that the conversation goes beyond the usual empty gestures of likes and thumbs up. This is about being part of a larger conversation—a conversation that goes deeper than simple digital interactions. And if you don’t know who I am or what I stand for, let me tell you.

A Lifetime of Being Misunderstood        

As a child, I was always hyperactive. Always moving, always restless, always wanting more. Furniture was rearranged in my home simply because I needed to keep moving. But my energy, my desires, were stifled. I was told no, I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t go there. I was never allowed to spread my wings. When I finally arrived in England, everything changed. I finally found the freedom I had longed for. I traveled, I experienced, I grew. I made my home in Southampton, and it was here that my real journey began—my journey to truly engage with the world. But even after over 15 years of living and working in this country, it wasn’t until I started my full-time job that I began to face the truth of my struggles. And those struggles weren’t just mine—they were misunderstood, dismissed, and discriminated against.

The Cost of Advocacy and Being Rejected        

For years, I’ve advocated for mental health, for people like me, and for people who struggle in ways we don’t see. But I’ve also experienced the weight of rejection—especially at my latest workplace, where the rejection wasn’t just from a single person but from an entire system that couldn’t see me, couldn’t understand me.

And now, I’m here, standing before you all. Today, I am the one in need of help. Today, it’s my turn to ask. For once, I need support. I need understanding. I am not seeking attention. I am not seeking validation. I am asking for empathy. I am asking for help.

This isn’t just about me—this is about all of us. It’s about creating a world where no one has to hide their true selves, where no one is punished for being different. This is about raising awareness for mental health, advocating for the people who feel invisible, who are dismissed, who are rejected simply for not fitting into a box.

And yet, I stand here, fighting my own battles. I stand here, asking for your support.

A Plea for Help: It Takes Courage to Ask        

I’ve spent so long fighting for others, advocating for those who need to be heard, standing up for people who are often silenced. But now, I am standing alone. I am asking for help, and that’s something I’ve never been good at. I have always given, always supported, always been there for others. Today, I ask for support from all of you. I ask for you to check my link, to consider donating if you can, or simply to share it. If you can’t donate, just share it. Share my story. Share my message. Help make sure that I am not silenced in this fight for support, for understanding, and for justice.

GoFundMe: https://gofund.me/83582d3e

It takes courage to ask. It takes even more courage to listen. And right now, I am hoping to find those who will listen. I am hoping that tomorrow will be brighter because of the support I receive today. I am not alone, but today, I need your help. Please, help me continue this fight.