Dear All,

I sit here with great shame, my sense of pride blocking my every attempt at asking for help. I want to explain my situation to you without it sounding like a sob story. So I will try to keep it short and to the point and then let you judge for yourself whether or not I am worthy of your help.

I have always worked hard at life despite a tough childhood, always striving to be a better person, and always willing to help those in need do my fair share of charity work and fund raising, it now seems I am the one in need so I thought I would try this.

I guess it all started to go wrong when I left the military in 2009. Up until around 18 months ago I was living in a lovely family home which I had invested a lot of time and money.

But these past few years have not been kind to me and my ex partner, who I still care about deeply. I guess our lives began to unravel when the mother in-law was diagnosed with throat cancer, and was ill for a very long time, during this recovery time, the father in-law was involved in an accident at work, which left him with a serious head injury and unable to work for the rest of his life.

A few months after these events my ex partner was made redundant, which left me to shoulder the financial burden and keep our family a float. To cover the costs I worked every weekend I could for as long as I can remember. Around a year later her grandfather died suddenly from cancer, who they were all extremely close too, and our world was falling apart, we both sunk into an abyss of depression not able to help one another.

I tried for so long to be there for her, but was pushed away each time, I continued to work but never fully covering the out goings. After nearly two years of this I was burned out. One day I came home and realised I could no longer carry on with life. As I sat there after a long emotional drive I sat there with tear filled eyes, fully believing I was never going to see my girls again....I was later diagnosed with PTSD