Five years ago I began a written journey that incorporates imagery and video as well. Through writing, photography and videography I have been able to bring the truth of who I was, in her most raw and ugly forms- as homeless, family-less, abused and addicted- and share the transformation and hope that comes with embodying who God changed me into today - hopeful, motivated and recovered!
With a little over a year in recovery now, and multiple hours a day spent creating, my goal is always to bring hope to despair, truth to confusion, light to the dark and comfort to suffering- through the love of God and to glorify His name.
I won’t lie. I was a taker at one time in my life which is why, despite dozens telling me to “stop giving it away”, I have chosen to share my story and the inspiration that is unearthed by it for donations only for as long as humanly possible, and the donations I receive are no longer asked for, until now.
Facebook did monetize me after five years and I am grateful for that but I’ll be honest. Facebook pays a penny on the dollar and I just don’t have the mega following to make a living but I have acquired a following that is perfect for me. So why am I reaching out now? Well, most of my imagery comes from time spent on the road but my car, after using it to serve a client who scammed me out of hundreds, has finally crapped out. It is unsafe to drive.
While I would love to make a living full time as a content creator it’s just not working out, but I need a car to access a second job. Furthermore, with no access to nature my mental health is in jeopardy and you just can’t take a bus to the mountains. In fact, when I think of not having a car I can’t breathe. This might be from being abused and discarded for five years, and forced to live in a car as home, but either way, I’ve hit a point where I don’t know where else to turn.
If nothing else, thank you for taking the time. I am sure I will get a lot of judgment for this but it will be from people who have husbands, wives, parents, children, people they can call home. I truly don’t know where to turn right now. Other than to God, I just don’t know. Please don’t sweat it if you can’t give. If you can’t give maybe share? If you won’t share, maybe hold me up in prayer? Thanks for sharing the load guys, and to those who do, thank you DEEPLY for still believing in me! Much love and light!
Link to my page: https://www.facebook.com/writingformylife.andyours?mibextid=LQQJ4d
Those who don’t feel comfortable putting money here this is my PayPal username if that is any better: @jamberoc … thanks!
