Help Me Break Free From My Tiny Home Prison

Summary

The author of a Medium article is seeking donations for a new, larger home after regretting their decision to live in a Tiny Home, which they initially funded through a successful GoFundMe campaign.

Abstract

The author shares a personal journey from embracing minimalism to feeling trapped in a Tiny Home. After a phase of extreme decluttering and the successful crowdfunding of a Tiny Home, they realized the minimalist lifestyle was not for them. The author now feels claustrophobic and seeks financial help to purchase a spacious home with multiple bathrooms and guest rooms, citing a health condition and a desire for a simpler life with more space and amenities. They appeal to the compassion of their readers, promising public acknowledgment of donors and expressing urgency due to the perceived shrinking size of their current living space.

Opinions

The author initially found joy and a sense of freedom in minimalism and decluttering.
They acknowledge their actions were extreme and recognize they were out of control in their pursuit of minimalism.
The author regrets the decision to live in a Tiny Home and feels it was a mistake.
They believe that their readers, who presumably have more material wealth, should help them financially.
The author emphasizes the need for a large home with specific requirements, such as five bathrooms and eight guest rooms.
There is a sense of urgency and desperation in their plea for donations to escape the constraints of the Tiny Home.
The author is willing to restart their coin collection, suggesting they still value some aspects of material possessions.
They promise to show gratitude on social media in exchange for donations, indicating a desire for public recognition of generosity.

Stop criticising and start donating to my GoFundMe

Last week I posted a Go Fund Me on all of my social media pages. I’ve been receiving a lot of criticism and I don’t understand why. My needs are as legitimate as everyone else raising money with fundraisers. Let me explain and I’m sure you’ll agree!

A couple years ago I became inspired to embrace minimalism. It started with the usual decluttering of closets and drawers. Getting rid of holey socks and stained underwear felt cleansing. Letting go of my coin collection set me free.

Before long I was addicted to the high I felt whenever I gave away or sold something. I couldn’t get enough of having nothing. I decimated my book shelves, dropping my most cherished possessions into donation bins with glee. I was in a manic state.

Even when my house was nearly empty, it wasn’t enough nothingness. That’s when I discovered a documentary series about people building or buying Tiny Homes. They shared their stories of freedom from stuffocation (being suffocated by material stuff).

I stayed awake for six days and nights, obsessed with the series and drawing blueprints for my own Tiny Home. When I finally passed out from exhaustion I dreamt about the possibility of liberation from my stuff-filled life.

Thanks to generous donations to my first Go Fund Me, my dream of building a Tiny Home became a reality. I moved in with my bare minimum possessions. It wasn’t long before I regretted the decision and felt trapped.

Looking back I can see I was out of control, taking my minimalist actions to the extreme. But in the thick of it, I really believed it was my destiny to experience the Tiny Home life. By the time I realized I was wrong, it was too late.

Almost everything I had is gone — my home, my bicycle, my Nana’s flatware. I eat every meal with my hands or my one spork (combination fork/spoon utensil). All of my clothes fit into a shoebox and I have only a thimble to drink from.

Much to my dismay, I don’t feel life is more simple. I don’t feel free, I feel claustrophobic. You may be wondering why I don’t abandon my Tiny Home and start shopping for a mansion to fill with stuff.

Along with most of my material possessions, I gave away 90% of my money. I don’t have anywhere to keep cash after donating my wallet to the local thrift store. Minimalizing became an addiction and I fell prey to its perceived glamour. It destroyed my life.

I’m calling on all of you compassionate folks who still have your cluttered homes and fat wallets to save me. I can’t possibly help myself out of this fragile mental state. It’s up to you to pay for my new house and everything I need to live my best life.

It has to be a five bathroom house, at least. I have a verified health condition that doesn’t allow me to pee in the same toilet more than once per day. One bedroom will be fine, although it would be nice to have eight guest rooms. I have a really large, loud family.

After reading my vulnerable and authentic story, if you feel compelled to send me money I will be forever grateful. I pledge to post a “thank you” selfie on social media so everyone knows how generous you are to strangers. If you don’t have much to give, even a penny to restart my coin collection will be appreciated.

The Go Fund Me that built my Tiny Home was a huge success. I’m counting on you all to give me money again because I changed my mind. This time I’m positive I want you to buy me an enormous estate with a rose garden.

I don’t know how much longer I can live in this Tiny Home. Everyday it seems to shrink and I may not have much time left before the walls close in on me. Sorry to sound urgent, I’m not the type to plead or dramatize. I just really want a big screen smart t.v. before the next season of Tiny Homes, Big Dreams starts.

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Help Me Break Free From My Tiny Home Prison

Stop criticising and start donating to my GoFundMe

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