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The manifestations of Diabetic Neuropathy (Need a wheelchair)

https://gofund.me/c347d35f

Hello friends I’m Enya and I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes in 2015. Unfortunately I have been losing the battle of my mobility for some time. It has come to the point I struggle to walk even short distances without severe sharp radiating pains. I also experiencing these painful sensations in my right arm. I am asking the community today to help me purchase a motorized wheelchair to not only greatly improve my quality of life but also help regain some sense of my independence. I would be eternally grateful and deeply indebted to anyone who could contribute finacially and or take the time to share and help me reach my goal

For direct Aid:

Venmo: Enyasaint

CA: $Enyasaint

$62/$2600

https://gofund.me/c347d35f

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There’s a reason why that hollow feeling keeps creeping in, even though you’re surrounded by people online. Loneliness doesn’t come from a lack of bodies around you, but from the absence of anyone who truly sees you—the person behind the username, the one hiding beneath the layers of desires, doubts, and those moments of rejection. Being “social” doesn’t fix that ache, because loneliness isn’t about the numbers in your follower count; it’s about the connections that go deeper, the people who get it—who get you.

For some of you betas and cucks out there, scrolling through Tumblr might feel like the only place where you can be your true, raw self, kink and all. It’s a place where you feel like maybe, just maybe, people would understand the things that get you going without judgment or shame. But if you’re just skimming the surface, going from post to post, it’s no wonder that a part of you still feels unseen, like there’s this hidden part of you that nobody’s really interested in or hasn’t quite found its place. That’s a big weight to carry around alone.

Tumblr might feel like a kinky safe space, and that’s good—it’s okay to let your weird, wild side out here. But remember, the people you’re seeing on your screen, the ones posting, commenting, liking, are people too. People with desires, insecurities, and hopes that mirror your own in ways you might not even realize. They get it, maybe even more than you think. So, next time you’re goon scrolling, remember that there are others on the other side of the screen who’ve felt that same pang of loneliness, that same yearning to be accepted for everything they are. You’re not as alone as it sometimes feels; you’re part of a community, even in the strangest corners of this digital world.

There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really are and what we really feel inside.