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Hi, I'm Wong Ai Li, a Malaysian whom about 3 years ago experienced something I never thought would ever happen to me. My body had a sudden acute allergic reaction to seafood and it was the scariest experience of my life. I was out eating my dinner and all of a sudden, my throat started itching, I had problems breathing and I felt like I was going to faint. My then companion, grabbed me and she drove to the nearest hospital only to know that I have completely lost consciousness and a heartbeat due to the anaphylactic allergy and the closure of my throat. The doctors worked hard on reviving me and Thanks to God and the doctors... I came back, alive and breathing ... but somehow not the way I was before the event.
After the scary event, I suffered from serious PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). I was afraid of everything and anything. Even drinking plain water, which is the least scary thing to me, became such a hard thing to do. All I wanted to do was stay curled up in a corner of a room.
My condition made me scared and violent all at the same time. I was afraid of everything, and I was also afraid of myself and what I would do to others and to myself. Things had gotten so bad that I was suicidal so that I don't have to feel like a mad woman.
My partner then managed to get me to a psychiatrist to treat my problem. The first doctor said that my PTSD was also causing me to have very bad anxiety and manic depression. The tried to treat my issues with medication but nothing seemed to work. I was looking at a dark bleak tunnel with no end.
My problems made me such a horrible and terrible person that my partner of 12 years couldn't take it anymore and decided to leave. And because I couldn't even get out of the house, or go to work, or eat properly, I moved back to my parents place. My parents are both in their 70s and are unable to provide much financial support as they are both retired and need much care for themselves. I have been living off my savings from my work as a graphic designer in the advertising industry for the past 16 years.
I told myself, I was not going to give up on myself or disappoint the people who loved me. I will soldier on and heal. I kept searching for a Doctor that is able to prescribe me the meds that will work for me… just enough for me to at least think clearly.
I am hoping that you can help me to get back on my two feet and be able to gain back my independence and be able to take care of myself and my family financially again. Not easy living with PTSD, depression and anxiety at all!
The end of 2017 marked a turning point in my life. For the very first time after my incident, I was able to slowly start eating properly and go out of the house (accompanied by someone), not restricted by my crushing fears and most of all, not being a danger to myself and others. I don't want to be a burden, whether it be financially or emotionally to others. This was the year I met my now psychiatrist that managed to prescribed me the right meds. He also introduced a therapist that really knew how to work on me.
I am able to think more clearly now and focus more and I want to start being able to pay for my medical bills, and debts accumulated from my ordeal. I am still not able to work for a company yet as going out of the house is still a problem for me but I've done a lot of research and I believe I can work from home doing freelance jobs and other online work.
I hope you can help me get back on my own two feet. I will forever be grateful for any help received. I hope to raise $20,000. I am not an organization. Every single dollar you help me with, will go directly towards paying for my accumulated medical bills, home rental, start-up and running cost for a home based business (for 6 months).
I will continue to update you on my progress along the way.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for helping me get back on my own two feet. I am deeply appreciative for your contribution to enable me to live my life with confidence again.