I Need Your Help, My Sad Story

I want to tell you my story of the last few years. I don’t ask you to help me right away, but I ask you to read my story attentively to the end. This will help me to cope with my current snuggles as well.

I'm a young guy from Ukraine. I was born and grew up in Kherson, which is a small town in the south of the country. I always loved nature and my land, I was a kind and positive child.

Once I saved a little girl who fell from a pier into the Dnieper River. Her parents were arguing about something on the land, and I was swimming not far from the river bank alone. I swam as fast as I could and pulled the girl out onto the pier. I was afraid that she was dead, but everything was fine, she cleared her throat and regained consciousness.

I always helped others and dreamed of a future that will come and bring a lot of good.

In the past, there are a lot of good and bad things, but time always flows in one direction - forward.

But now I'm 23 years old and the last years of my life were quite hard for me.

First, my grandparents died in a car accident, it happened 3 years ago. I loved them very much, and it was a huge loss for me.

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For more than a year I was depressed, but gradually I returned to my normal state.

I almost completely normalized my life, but soon I experienced new misfortunes. Two years ago my mother became very ill and I began to devote most of my time to take care of her and my younger sister. (My father was working abroad, but this hasn’t brought enough money.)

I hardly managed to graduate from a college and decided to work as a freelancer, since salaries in Ukraine are incredibly small. Over time, I started to make good money in the field of copywriting and web design.

It seemed to me that my life is getting better again and I even was able to save up a small amount of money to buy a new laptop and go on the first few dates in my life.

But six months ago a misfortune occurred again. My father just disappeared. He stopped answering calls and messages. Two months later it turned out that he was killed in a foreign country... One week later our family buried him.

Now I live with my mother and sister and help them as much as I can. My uncle and aunt help us, but an adult life turned out to be much more difficult and dark than I thought in my childhood.

We barely have enough money for food, clothes, and other necessary things.

I hope that my life will eventually get better with time.

I still think in positive way and try to do well, and I believe that all good things I and other people do will someday return to us.

Thank you for reading my post, this already helped me a lot!

Thank you for your attention and support!