Hi guys. My name is Noelle, but most of you know me as Carrina Vargas. I'm an alternative model and I just graduated from UCSB with my degree in biology. I have always had high hopes for myself and big dreams, to become a doctor and help others the best I can. I've started a fundraiser because I cannot afford the treatment I need to live a fulfilling, normal life. Some days i can't get out of bed. I have a hard time sleeping, I can't eat, and the mania is so terrible that I have made such horrible decisions I have lost some of my closest friends. I think it all started going downhill when my best friend died, and ever since then I have been self destructing as much as I possibly could.
Despite Nick's passing, I managed to graduate at the top of my class from UCSB with my pre-med degree. All I wanted was to become a doctor and help people, because at the end of the day I knew I could do it, and be really fuckin good at it. That, and it would be the most fulfilling thing for me, because I have always had the relentless urge to help people.
Getting through my bachelors degree was hard enough. Not only did Nick die, but another close friend Richie as well, and it rocked my world. My family is a bunch of gypsies, and half the time i don't even know where they are. We lost our house when I was seventeen and had to drive to high school my senior year after sleeping on friends couches, sometimes as far away as Oakland to Pleasanton.
This isn't supposed to be something like a fucking sob story, like blah blah blah look how horrible my life is, but I really haven't had it easy. I have NEVER admitted I needed help with my mental disorders. I have never asked for help. I know now that I need it because I want more than anything to live, and live happily.
The depression is bad, the mania is bad. The problem is the bad decisions I make. Spending money I don't have. On some bullshit like Christmas decorations or a turkey baster. Hanging out with people I know don't genuinely care for me. On the other hand, the depression is worse. I cannot get out of bed, I can't work, and I don't feel strong enough to go back to school and finish my MD degree.
I don't think it has ever been this bad. I truly need help and I have never asked for it before. It's always been like, "I'm a science major- don't tell me what to do- I can treat myself."
The reality of it is, I can't treat myself. I am afraid of the future, because that's all I used to think about it. Now, I can't even picture it.
I have decided to admit myself to a program locally in the bay area which is a thirty day inpatient rehabilitation program specifically designed for mood disorders. It combines therapy and medical approaches to be able to better cope with what is so wrong with my life.
I'm not proud of it, but I've attempted suicide three times in my life. I've ruined relationships. I've burned bridges with people that loved me so much and only wanted the best for me. At this point all I want is to get better- and I have come to the conclusion this is the only way.
The cost of the program is well over what I am asking for, but my family has offered to help pay for part of it. I am trying to go as soon as possible because every day just seems like another hell on earth.
If you have the means to help, I will be grateful forever, and I will never forget it. Thank you reading this.
Sincerely,
Noelle
my fundraiser
Despite Nick's passing, I managed to graduate at the top of my class from UCSB with my pre-med degree. All I wanted was to become a doctor and help people, because at the end of the day I knew I could do it, and be really fuckin good at it. That, and it would be the most fulfilling thing for me, because I have always had the relentless urge to help people.
Getting through my bachelors degree was hard enough. Not only did Nick die, but another close friend Richie as well, and it rocked my world. My family is a bunch of gypsies, and half the time i don't even know where they are. We lost our house when I was seventeen and had to drive to high school my senior year after sleeping on friends couches, sometimes as far away as Oakland to Pleasanton.
This isn't supposed to be something like a fucking sob story, like blah blah blah look how horrible my life is, but I really haven't had it easy. I have NEVER admitted I needed help with my mental disorders. I have never asked for help. I know now that I need it because I want more than anything to live, and live happily.
The depression is bad, the mania is bad. The problem is the bad decisions I make. Spending money I don't have. On some bullshit like Christmas decorations or a turkey baster. Hanging out with people I know don't genuinely care for me. On the other hand, the depression is worse. I cannot get out of bed, I can't work, and I don't feel strong enough to go back to school and finish my MD degree.
I don't think it has ever been this bad. I truly need help and I have never asked for it before. It's always been like, "I'm a science major- don't tell me what to do- I can treat myself."
The reality of it is, I can't treat myself. I am afraid of the future, because that's all I used to think about it. Now, I can't even picture it.
I have decided to admit myself to a program locally in the bay area which is a thirty day inpatient rehabilitation program specifically designed for mood disorders. It combines therapy and medical approaches to be able to better cope with what is so wrong with my life.
I'm not proud of it, but I've attempted suicide three times in my life. I've ruined relationships. I've burned bridges with people that loved me so much and only wanted the best for me. At this point all I want is to get better- and I have come to the conclusion this is the only way.
The cost of the program is well over what I am asking for, but my family has offered to help pay for part of it. I am trying to go as soon as possible because every day just seems like another hell on earth.
If you have the means to help, I will be grateful forever, and I will never forget it. Thank you reading this.
Sincerely,
Noelle
my fundraiser















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