I'm not sure what kind of a crisis this qualifies as. I've donated thousands of dollars over the years, to charities. crowdfunding, and individuals. When I had money, I was generous, and it seemed like the right thing to do, at the time. Now, I'm not so sure. I'm broke, starving, in the middle of a move from an abusive situation, and I've asked for help but can't get it. Suddenly, the world I tried to make a better place has abandoned me. I hope you can understand I've tried all my options for where I live; I need help that isn't coming. I need to take psych meds with food and I have no food or money or transportation. I'm on my 3rd day without my psych meds and I'm afraid I'm going to get psychotic and suicidal. It's already starting to happen: this is a rare moment when I can be articulate. I could use a fraction of what I've donated, but nope, not a single cent or offer of help. So...I guess I was a sucker to do what I did? Maybe I'm right not to want to be alive in this world? What abuse I've endured. I'm 43, and just seeing now that my life has been for nothing. Starvation may be a blessing.