Dear brothers,
I write to you from Beitar in Eretz Yisrael, burdened by the weight of my circumstances. My family, once filled with happiness, now struggles in silence. Financial difficulties, compounded by health issues and my own deep depression, have left us on the brink of collapse. Our children suffer, pleading for the barest necessities. I implore you, with all my heart, to help us secure the psychiatric treatments we desperately need to save our family. Time is running out, and your support can make all the difference. Please, open your hearts and help us survive.
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I write to you with a heavy heart from the city of Beitar in Eretz Yisrael. My life, once filled with joy, now weighs heavily upon my shoulders. My family, though blessed with nine beautiful children, is struggling in silence. It pains me deeply to conceal my name, as my family’s reputation precedes us, but my Rabbonim have advised against publicizing our plight.
When my beloved wife and I embarked on this journey of marriage, we had envisioned a life where I would devote myself to learning, while she would manage our finances. All seemed well until the arrival of our ninth child. Complications arose during my wife’s pregnancy, causing her immense suffering. The strains of labor left her incapacitated, plagued by health issues, depression, and anxiety, rendering her unable to care for our precious children or function as she once did.
Forced into a corner, I had no choice but to seek employment to provide for our family’s basic needs. I took on various jobs, attempting to strike a balance between work and tending to my wife and children. Just as stability seemed within reach, the cruel hand of fate intervened. News arrived that I was being laid off due to pandemic-related complications within the company. In that moment, my world crumbled. All that I had managed to build was torn away, and I found myself plunged into a suffocating abyss of despair. Bedridden for two agonizing weeks, I succumbed to the depths of depression. Our situation had become nothing short of catastrophic.
We stand at the precipice, teetering on the edge of a shattered existence. Our once-happy marriage, our cherished family, all hang in the balance. The voices of desperation beckoned us to seek help from a psychiatrist, but the staggering costs stood as an insurmountable barrier, crushing any glimmer of hope within me. Suddenly, our lives took a devastating turn. My wife and I, who were once pillars of strength for our children, find ourselves unable to fulfill our roles. I can no longer immerse myself in learning, and our ability to provide for our family has diminished. Each day is a grueling battle to place even the most basic sustenance on the table. Our children, innocent souls, now plead for the simplest necessities of life, their cries haunting my sleepless nights. I am left utterly helpless, unsure of what to say to them.
With a broken spirit, I turn to you, my dear brothers, beseeching you to hear my anguished plea. I implore you, with tears streaming down my face, to help extricate us from the depths of this unspeakable torment. The lifesaving psychiatric treatments we so desperately require hold the key to preserving our family, but time is slipping away. The longer we delay, the closer we come to irreversible tragedy. I implore you, with all the fervor in my shattered soul, to aid us in raising the necessary funds for these treatments.
I stand on the brink of collapse, my world crumbling around me. I beg of you, with every fiber of my being, to open your hearts wide so that we may survive this ordeal. The weight upon us is unbearable, but with your compassion, we may yet find solace and strength. May Hashem fulfil all the requests of your heart for the good.
