🚨 PLEASE DON’T SCROLL — A LIFE IS AT RISK 🚨

 My name is Jean. I’m 33 years old, and this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever written.

Right now, my health is getting worse every single day.

I am suffering from severe PTSD, panic disorder, major depression, suicidal behaviors, and frequent episodes where I collapse or lose consciousness. Recently, I even suffered a heart attack after months of extreme stress and deteriorating mental health.

The seizures, panic attacks, and blackouts are now happening daily.

I can no longer work because I can pass out at any moment. My mother is also ill, and our family is struggling just to survive day by day. We are behind on bills, rent, medications, food, and medical treatment.

We have shared this fundraiser everywhere we can, hoping someone would help, but until now almost nobody has.

I’m exhausted. I’m scared. But I’m still trying to hold on.

For years, I silently carried trauma from childhood abuse, assault, violence, and severe emotional suffering. I tried to survive alone, but my condition became unbearable. I have survived more than 20 suicide attempts over the years.

Today, I urgently need: • Psychiatric treatment and therapy • Medications • Hospital monitoring and care • Legal assistance • Basic living support for my family

Every small donation can genuinely help save my life.

And if you cannot donate, share this campaign. One share could reach the person who is able to help.

🙏 “If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person?” — 1 John 3:17

Ways to help: • Online donations via link: https://fundahope.com/en/campaigns/from-panic-to-collapse-trying-to-survive • Money Transfer Services / MoneyGram / Western Union / OMT / Whish Money: Jean Toni Hatoum 0096170169933 • Bank Transfer available upon request

Medical documents, reports, prescriptions, and proof can be shared privately with anyone who wishes to verify my situation.

I am not asking for pity. I am asking for a chance to survive.

Thank you to everyone who reads, shares, donates, or prays for me and my family. ❤️

If you want to support in other ways, or connect with me on different platforms you can visit: https://linktr.ee/Jean.Hatoum














 


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