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I shouldn't be writing this. But I can't keep it in any longer. Before you keep going — just so you understand properly: I'm not the type who puts their life on display. Never have been. I'm the type who stays quiet. Grits her teeth. Smiles when she wants to scream. Twenty-three years I've managed on my own. No complaints. No posts. No "feel sorry for me." But three people I told this to in person — when I literally couldn't breathe anymore — all said the same thing: "Melodie, write it down. Other girls think they're alone in this kind of shit. They're not." So here it is. One time. No dressing it up. Who I am. My name's Melodie. I'm twenty-three. Grew up in a small town in the Hunter Valley. The kind of place where half the shops on the main drag are either boarded up or turned into op-shops, and the mines don't hire like they used to. I live in Sydney now. But between "back then" and "now" there was a time I don't like to talk about. And there was a man who broke me so badly I'm still putting myself back together. Mum. Old spinal injury. Car accident years ago out on the Putty Road. Medicare covers the basics — GP visits to manage the pain scripts and maybe a physio session if you're lucky. But the surgery she actually needs? The spinal fusion from a specialist in Newcastle? Medicare doesn't cover the full gap. Even with private health insurance, the out-of-pocket for the surgeon and the anaesthetist was a nightmare — quoted at twenty-eight grand . We never had that kind of money. Not even close. And she wasn't old enough for the Age Pension, so she was scraping by on JobSeeker — about $808 a fortnight. You can't save for surgery on that . I moved to Sydney with one thought: I'm gonna make it. I'll earn it. I'll help her. I'll save her. Sydney chewed me up and spit me out. A bar on Oxford Street. "The Stonewall." Ten hours on my feet. Floor sticky from spilled Reschs and god knows what. RSA rules strictly enforced for the plebs but the owner doesn't care if it's a
