Help Sunny Electrocute Her Brain

Thank you for visiting. My name is Sunny. I am a 31-year-old artist with untreated mental illness due to a lack of health insurance, or the ability to pay for health insurance.
I have led an incredibly turbulent life up to this point starting with unstable housing conditions as a young child, moving onto a school life of extremely physical bullying, and eventually getting driven out of New Orleans by hurricane Katrina in 2005.
I’m just highlighting here, so as not to bore you with my entire life story.
In 2016, my first born child and only son was diagnosed with brain cancer at the age of 7. He only made it ten months after that, and it was the most traumatic experience of my life. I am still attempting to recover from that.
But one year after his passing, his paternal grandparents (who held the deed to our ten year home) decided that it was time to evict us, going so far as to even send an eviction notice to my (then) 4-year-old daughter, just so they could sell the house where we raised our son. All we had left of him were the memories in our home. Scribbles on the walls, proof that he existed... they were so comforting. 

Struggling already with PTSD from the loss ofmy child, losing a long time home kicked up some long lost PTSD from the unstable housing conditions that I dealt with as a little kid. Throughout my life, I have struggled with manic depression where I experience very dark and emotionally crippled phases sometimes, but very hyper and creative productive phases other times.
Since the back to back double blow of losing my son and my home in quick secession, I have descended into a deeper depression than I ever could have imagined. I no longer experience the manic periods of great energy and productivity. Instead, I am in a constant state of panic, which is exhausting. I’ve come to associate normal things like starting a new job with impending trauma, due to the fact that every job I’ve ever started had to abruptly end because something catastrophic took place.
ECT treatments have been shown to reduce symptoms of depression and PTSD. I have been tried on every single type of medication, with no success- some of which actually exacerbated symptoms that I was already experiencing. 

ECT is not a drug. It is a procedure. I understand that it has been demonized by society and media, portrayed as a torturous punishment that leaves the patient basically brain dead, but this couldn’t be further from the truth.
First of all, you are not awake during the procedure. Patients are given general anesthesia prior to receiving the treatment, which is actually very simple and quick. Small electrodes (I imagine that’s what they’re called?) are stuck onto the forehead to transfer small jolts of electricity to the brain. Basically, they are controlled seizures. 
Many patients see results even after the first treatment. But several treatments are necessary to achieve the maximum effect.
Being uninsured really sucks when you need a life changing procedure. The hospital’s financial assistance program will not cover ECT. So, the only possible way for me to pay for it is out of my own pocket, which is empty and fullof holes, thanks to my mental illness. Do you see the cycle? 

I want to be able to work. I want to be able to support my family and get us a home where my daughter can have more stability than I did as a child. I want to be able to leave my house for any reason without panicking. 

The first step towards making a better life is having mental stability. The first step toward mental stability is treatment. The only step toward treatment is, unfortunately, money. So if you sympathize with me, or if you love my arts and creations, and want to see me prosper and grow instead of continuing to decline, I beseech you; please help me.
I would be more than happy to reward donations with art. Just attach a note with your donation and I will email you to reach out and seewhat I can make for you.