I told you about the time I got stuck in Spain... I got endorsed for a Tier 1 Exceptional talent visa. That guy needs to be processed in 2 stages. Stage 2 has to happen outside of the UK. I thought it took 2 weeks. I had just enough money for 3 weeks in Spain - because I had work lined up for when I got back to England.
I was to appear at the World Pole Sports Championships and participate in 500 pounds of professional development activity that was funded by the NSW government. Funding that has since run out. For courses that are non refundable.
I told you about the time I felt powerless beyond belief. Powerless beyond the experience of being physically disabled. About how much I missed my friends, my few posessions, my pillow... The right to work. Choices. About how much I miss choices. About how I broke down in public..
This, here, wasn't a choice I made lightly. I am still not entitrely sure accepting help feels right. But when I told you about how much I was hurting, about how I'm struggling, you said you wanted to help. You were specific about this being how. You were specific about why. Because you know that I'll keep fighting. That the day will never come that I stop clenching my jaw and resisting defeat. I'm not going to lie down.
So here I am. Here this is. Here we are... If you want to give, you can. I'll say thank you. I can't promise I won't feel shame. I can already tell you I'm overwhelmed. I also feel the support of a hundred hands beneath me. And that's the best damn thing I've felt all day.