In the beginning of my senior year of high school (November 2013), I dropped out. I had just experienced the passing of a fellow classmate, my father stopped paying the child support, leaving us without food, and I crumbled under the stress of my PTSD from my childhood sexual abuse and my depression.
I want nothing more than to succeed and to prosper in life, and I know that graduating high school with truly help me reach those goals.
Our house is in foreclosure (my father did this), so we need to move, and my family is moving to a different town than I. As we are very low on money, I need money to visit a high school (with my mother), and money to move (uhaul, gas, all that jazz).
If you’ve ever supported my photography and work, it would mean the world if you could donate or share this to help me further my career and life.
My whole life is made up of: “I’m sorry”. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, “I’m sorry to be here”. I don’t want to disturb anyone.