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Hi team.
We are quickly closing in on the 1st of another month, and we have not moved to a different place as intended & planned. Legal systems and landlord battles are creating so much extra emotional stress -- and because we are still living where we are, SO much extra financial stress. Another month of rent here is due on Friday, which is the same day that I am driving Judy to the next town over for her to be spayed. The clinic there is the most affordable option by far, with driving time and gas expenses included in that cost.
In the month of February, I gave a few tarot readings (pay-what-you-can style) to friends; accepted a subcontract role in the writing & editing space; worked as a disability consultant for the third month; continued my Substack posts and subscription promotions; and rocked job interviews 9 times. I applied to more jobs too.
A change is coming, I know it; life works out that way. The "when" is what is not precisely known, and that is terrifying. It is.
It brings comfort to know who is still supporting us -- who hasn't cut familial and friendship and community ties. I say that we are who we have, and I mean it.
It was also in this month that I received an ultrasound after four months of waiting to confirm that I do not have a tumor or breast cancer, which is what I've silently been fearing without others knowing. It felt like Just Another Thing that I couldn't deal with while talking to others, so I didn't. I am GRATEFUL to share this good news with y'all, now that I've had it for one week.
Our fighting continues on. After all, one of us is a staunch advocate for community building especially in queer and disabled spaces, one of us is a swordsman (yes, there are swords on our walls and yes he has placed at tournaments), and one of us is a service dog in training. About that last one... Judy fights me to lay down when I refuse, as seen in this photo of her giving me DPT (deep pressure therapy) because I kept GoingGoingGoing with tasks until I almost passed out... again. Something like, "that dog in me," is going around the internet, and I think that maybe everyone means Judy. Sweet, sour, and life-saving when needed.
Our goal of $2500 raised through this Fundly has been about 30 percent reached. We have 33 days left until we likely close the campaign and outreach. During those 33 days, we look forward to seeing our people and our communities show up with us, fight on with us.
Support. Share. Say something.
We are who we have. <3
-Lacee
content warning for paragraph starting with "Last October" : suicidal intent.
When my employment situation went from full-time to no-time in May of 2023, I had full expectations of landing a new job within a month (maybe two). I'd just earned my Master's in Nonprofit Management as a first-gen-low-income college attendee, while working full-time. These past 8 months have destroyed my identity. How can I not be a student anymore? How can I not be working anymore? How can I not pay my bills ahead of time anymore? How can this be?
And it's more than that.
It's not only about my identity. It's also about safety. Without income, I've lost my ability to pay my debts. I've lost my ability to have a car (sold it), to pay my rent (have to rely on others -- which I feel deep, deep shame about), to access professional training for my service dog, to LIVE.
Last October, over the course of three days, I accepted a job, rushed my pup to the animal ER as she had a seizure, received the call rescinding the job offer, and was hospitalized for suicidal intent. I caught my breath for one moment before I thought I lost my pup and I did lose the job I accepted (contract signed, background check done, and start date set). And then everything was dark.
In the time since, I've changed my psychiatric medications, remained in therapy, started writing again (want to read my Substack? Ask for the link!), and continued to apply to jobs.
Even on the most despondent days, usually the ones that I complete a final interview on and then receive the rejection email, I try to focus on one positive thing. The fact that nothing can last forever.
But I've realized something. There are two ways for that to be true. One, I start working again (please please, let it be that one!). Two, I end up without any resources (housing, physical and mental healthcare, food), and it all ends. It being life.
This is why I'm asking for help.
Send me job connections and applications. Ask me to give you a Tarot reading for any donation amount. Buy my art. Or, donate to this Fundly. I need you. After all...
We are who we have.
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Hi team.
We are quickly closing in on the 1st of another month, and we have not moved to a different place as intended & planned. Legal systems and landlord battles are creating so much extra emotional stress -- and because we are still living where we are, SO much extra financial stress. Another month of rent here is due on Friday, which is the same day that I am driving Judy to the next town over for her to be spayed. The clinic there is the most affordable option by far, with driving time and gas expenses included in that cost.
In the month of February, I gave a few tarot readings (pay-what-you-can style) to friends; accepted a subcontract role in the writing & editing space; worked as a disability consultant for the third month; continued my Substack posts and subscription promotions; and rocked job interviews 9 times. I applied to more jobs too.
A change is coming, I know it; life works out that way. The "when" is what is not precisely known, and that is terrifying. It is.
It brings comfort to know who is still supporting us -- who hasn't cut familial and friendship and community ties. I say that we are who we have, and I mean it.
It was also in this month that I received an ultrasound after four months of waiting to confirm that I do not have a tumor or breast cancer, which is what I've silently been fearing without others knowing. It felt like Just Another Thing that I couldn't deal with while talking to others, so I didn't. I am GRATEFUL to share this good news with y'all, now that I've had it for one week.
Our fighting continues on. After all, one of us is a staunch advocate for community building especially in queer and disabled spaces, one of us is a swordsman (yes, there are swords on our walls and yes he has placed at tournaments), and one of us is a service dog in training. About that last one... Judy fights me to lay down when I refuse, as seen in this photo of her giving me DPT (deep pressure therapy) because I kept GoingGoingGoing with tasks until I almost passed out... again. Something like, "that dog in me," is going around the internet, and I think that maybe everyone means Judy. Sweet, sour, and life-saving when needed.
Our goal of $2500 raised through this Fundly has been about 30 percent reached. We have 33 days left until we likely close the campaign and outreach. During those 33 days, we look forward to seeing our people and our communities show up with us, fight on with us.
Support. Share. Say something.
We are who we have. <3
-Lacee
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I have not updated lately because I've been swamped with job applications, job interviews, calls with my mentees about their job searches (this is such a fulfilling role to have in someone's life, omg), touring places to move, being disabled (fun fact - it's a 24/7 thing), training Judy, starting new meds that make me sleepy mid-day, and somehow more than that. But y'all...
we still need your support.
*Donate.
*Share.
*Interact.
*Care.
The funds received so far will cover the cost of Judy's spay, which is going to be completed by a super cool not-for-profit clinic. The rest of the funds received so far are going toward bills that haven't been paid in literal months. I am so grateful for every single one of you who have supported in the ways that you can. It is not easy to be asking for help in this way. I already need to ask for help to accomplish daily tasks like showering, and asking for more help -- especially financial help -- really stings. But as always, I trust and know that...
we are who we have.
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Hello friends,
I wanted to extend more gratitude to those who have offered support. With the $345 provided through this campaign, a Substack subscription, and other donations, I've received more than $450 from YOU. My people. My community.
I appreciate you continuing to share with others who, like you, support people when we need it.
I look forward to paying it forward, as soon as possible. It's incredible to share community with every single one of you.
We are who we have,
Lacee
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Hi y'all,
After about 24 hours, you have lifted my hope SO much. There has been $250 donated to my Fundly page, plus $100 in other forms (including a subscription to my Substack). This is why I believe in "we are who we have." It's because y'all show up, time and time again, for me, for us, and for others.
It's awesome to be part of each of your pieces of the world. Let's keep it bright (and, for those of us in the midwest, stay warm -- if possible ha!). As always...
We are who we have.
Lacee Be
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