Veron
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- Jul 23, 2024
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Please help me. I'm going to die at this rate. This isn't a joke or anything. I've had these stomach and intestinal problems for two years. I don't trust the doctors. They left me like this, horrible, terrible. They hurt me, they performed an AWAKE endoscopy on me, leaving me with a horrific trauma.
They made me spend money on tests that didn't work. My liver is fine, my kidneys too. But they filled me with antibiotics, they destroyed me, damaged my stomach and my flora. Now I have no money. My family supports me, but there are so many of us that it's either medication or food. I have nothing.
I'm sick, very sick. I haven't been able to meditate properly; I haven't been able to eat well, I only eat a little white rice and it irritates me, my throat is sore. I'm sick. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I'm losing strength. I don't know what to do. I have a lot of social anxiety, a lot of anxiety.
I haven't stopped crying today. I'm skin and bones. I can see my ribs, my chest sinking, touching the bones. Help me, I beg you, I beg you. I don't want to die. I've been dedicated for almost five years. I know it's irrelevant, but my own energy isn't enough to heal. I don't know what to do. I endured trying to overcome everything alone; today I couldn't. I'm broken. I'm so ashamed to ask for help. But please, believe me. I need your help. At this rate, I'll die.
I don't speak English, so I make mistakes when translating, and I am a man, a weak man.
They made me spend money on tests that didn't work. My liver is fine, my kidneys too. But they filled me with antibiotics, they destroyed me, damaged my stomach and my flora. Now I have no money. My family supports me, but there are so many of us that it's either medication or food. I have nothing.
I'm sick, very sick. I haven't been able to meditate properly; I haven't been able to eat well, I only eat a little white rice and it irritates me, my throat is sore. I'm sick. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I'm losing strength. I don't know what to do. I have a lot of social anxiety, a lot of anxiety.
I haven't stopped crying today. I'm skin and bones. I can see my ribs, my chest sinking, touching the bones. Help me, I beg you, I beg you. I don't want to die. I've been dedicated for almost five years. I know it's irrelevant, but my own energy isn't enough to heal. I don't know what to do. I endured trying to overcome everything alone; today I couldn't. I'm broken. I'm so ashamed to ask for help. But please, believe me. I need your help. At this rate, I'll die.
I don't speak English, so I make mistakes when translating, and I am a man, a weak man.