Hello to anyone out there! My name is Hillary Helton and I am in need of help. I am 35 years old and I'm an artist and a chef and try to be compassionate and warm and give love and help to everyone I can find and see they need it. I speak strangely but stay, please.

I am asking for and really need funds to buy diabetes supplies and medications. I haven't been able to work since March because of broken ribs. I was just able to start working again about three weeks ago.. last weekend my hand was pretty violently broken, as well as another broken rib. It was a domestic violence situation and the last one there will ever be. I finally got help from the lovely police in my small town, well immediate help. I have lost a long relationship, about five years, and feel distraught and confused and hurt, but that is not the reason for asking for help. 

Before now, a while back, I was in the top of my class at SCAD and my parents gas grill blew up, aggressively injuring my mom's legs and feet. She almost lost them. I had to come home to be there for her and to also remove the financial burden that was no lt going to be okay any more. My four older siblings were all just starting their lives with new families and careers and my dad was slowly losing his own self (due to mental problems and form of early dementia).

During this time, I went back to what I was doing before college. I cooked. I made wedding cakes and ran caterings, huge and small events and trained for butchering for several years. Then I got to run a sister restaurant and I was the head chef and manager for a while. Then I got very, very sick. I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes right about 16 years old. That was all fine, it had been almost 8 or 9 years since then. But things started going south. My electrical signals in my brain weren't communicating with my legs and I was weak so weak and I couldn't walk well or at all for a few years. I kept cooking afterwards but the nerve damage in my feet was severe and after another year or so, I couldn't work for more than a few hours at a time, especially over fire and with high intensity, so I had to leave. I had a wonderful employer and we are still friends to this day. 

I went from running a business to being so sick I couldn't hardly leave my house for years. I worked at a food store as a cashier for two years after that. I got so sick, I lost a lot of my hair and I lost almost 80% of my muscle during this time. The muscle was because my body was eating itself for energy and my hair was from medication I was trying that was supposed to help with sleep and on the side, anxiety. I was so done, I was so tired, I am so tired, but much better.

I have had broken ribs since early March, and I just started a new job full of kindness and I am hopeful. I was very worried that after two weeks, they would not accept that I was injured so badly by the one person I felt the safest with. There is so much left to say, and if anyone would like to talk to me, that would be freaking sweet also. 

I could definitely use help. I feel shame for asking for it but that's what this is. It's a hail Mary. Please help me. There are many things I could use and need for bills and medical visits and helping my mom because she gave me everything, just to lose everything too. 

I am only asking for enough to please help me pay for my diabetes supplies and medicine and honestly probably a few groceries. 

My goal is to be able to use my art to make a path for myself, because as much as my body is improved a ton since not walking and being able to live, my heart is full of love. Super freaking full. I want to use my art for my living so I can contribute to the souls of everyone around me and create and continue 

I would like to ask for more. I can't pay my rent, or for my doctors, even my phone bill, but if I can make sure to have my insulin and testing supplies l, that would be a dream

Then I can keep working towards my goals in life and hopefully love, but idk. To be able to give back to my mom.. she's around 70 and she is still working. My dad left abruptly after 40 years of marriage and took as much as he could get away with legally. (He disappeared after that, early dementia symptoms and psychopathy) She. Is. Still. Working. And it breaks my heart. She spent almost everything to allow me to have a new smile that health had taken from me, and, this isn't a cop out, I probably wouldn't be here otherwise. It's hard to speak without being able to look someone in the eyes. It was so hard to exist.

Thank you for listening to these things I've shared and if you would like to donate to me, I'll try to find out how to make and update or a way to share. I can deal with everything else, but I just need medicine and food until I can be able to work harder to accomplish my goals and spend growth to share growth.

Thank you <3