Waiting for Help That Never Comes This morning I woke up with a realization I didn't want to have. Nobody is coming to save me. Not the insurance company. Not the disability office. Not the attorneys. Not the government. Nobody. It's been almost nine months since my accident. Nine months. One day I was photographing beautiful events at luxury hotels for successful clients. I was studying to expand my skills and explore new ways of helping people. I was planning for the future. Living my life. Then everything changed. Since then, I've spent months waiting for systems that move at the speed of a glacier. Waiting for paperwork. Waiting for phone calls. Waiting for decisions. Waiting for people who don't seem to understand that while they're shuffling papers, real lives are hanging in the balance. Yesterday I called my law firm for a status update. A few weeks ago, I was told my case was finally being filed. Yesterday I learned it wasn't. Apparently there was a comm...
I recently shared a post asking for support during a very difficult time in my life, and I received some comments calling me a "beggar" or accusing me of "money begging." I want to clarify something: I am not begging. I am asking for help while I try to survive an unexpected and life-altering situation. There is no obligation for anyone to donate. People are free to scroll past, say no, or simply wish me well. But it's incredibly hurtful when people judge a situation they haven't lived. I was in a catastrophic accident that was not my fault, and it permanently changed my life. I didn't ask to lose my leg. I didn't ask to spend four months in the hospital. I didn't ask for my body to be permanently altered, my car to be totaled, or my ability to work and support myself to be taken away. This didn't happen gradually or by choice. It happened in an instant, and it has taken away my health, my independence, and my ability to support myself in the...