Why we opened this campaign
⚠️ Disclaimer
We very rarely deviate from our own rules for publishing fundraising stories.
We always try (when the law allows) to publish real photos with real names, and only occasionally — in cases of legal prosecution or for IDF soldiers who are serving or have served in Gaza, Lebanon, or Judea and Samaria.
This time, we decided to make an exception, not because our hero has anything to hide, but because he is in a difficult, almost catastrophic situation.
And most importantly – he is not alone.
💬 We have started receiving requests for help from soldiers who have been in combat zones and who have either already been diagnosed or are in the process of being diagnosed with PTSD.
Unfortunately, as expected, the system is simply unable to respond quickly and in time to help everyone who suffered while protecting us from the horrors of war.
🙏 This campaign is open.
We are telling the story of one real Mr. X, but we will help everyone who has reached out and will continue to reach out to us with the same story.
📩 Please, if you know a Russian-speaking soldier, man or woman, who is now in financial distress, who cannot solve their problems because of PTSD, who needs to pay for a clinical psychologist or psychiatrist – give them our contacts.
We will do everything in our power to help them.
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🕊 Shalom!
I don’t even know where to start.
I’m 41. I’m an ordinary Israeli. I came here as a child, at 13, with my mom, dad, and younger brother. Finished school here, then everything – like everyone else: army, got married, divorced. I live with my daughter in Kiryot, near the sea.
I worked, worked quite well – in a good company, and the menahel was a good guy.
Went on dates, dreamed of finding the one and only… ❤️
On 7.10 my daughter and I were together on Shabbat, went to bed early, and woke up – like everyone in the country – to the sound of sirens.
Just a few hours later, I was already in uniform at the door, barely managed to hand my daughter over to my mom.
I wasn’t scared – we’re trained for this, to always be ready, any moment. 💪
The first days most of “ours” were in Kfar Aza, then we were moved to the Lebanese border.
We stayed there until February, then Gaza again, Khan Yunis. I was temporarily transferred to another battalion, then in June 24 we returned to Lebanon until September.
After September, they let us go home.
🏠 Home – well, home is good.
Thanks to my mom – my daughter was always taken care of, missed me a lot.
I tried to get back to normal life, went to work – but I couldn’t.
My brain doesn’t work.
I sleep very little, in short bursts, waking up sharply at night.
Scared my daughter a couple of times, not good.
Went on Avtala, thought half a year would be enough to recover.
Half a year flew by like a minute – no better.
My memory got worse, everything before the war is blurry, but the war – I remember in every detail.
Yes, the state helps, there are benefits, I got my diagnosis quickly – PTSD.
Bituach Leumi recognized 48% disability, but no allowance.
So my total income is Avtachat Hachnasa (1908₪).
Now I’m undergoing cognitive therapy for it, hoping things will improve.
It’s terribly hard for me to ask for money, but I’m already in debt, deep in overdraft.
I feel ashamed in front of my daughter – we used to go to the sea every weekend, travel around the country, go to museums, and now we just sit at home eating buckwheat. 🍲
I used to love reading books, now I can’t even focus – the letters blur.
I’m a strong, healthy man. I believe that if I could just fix my head a bit, I’d get back to normal life, stop cutting every corner, start working again.
💙 I’ll make it.
I just need a little help – to close my debts, deal with Bituach Leumi, and get my head straight.
I had someone to fight for, and I still have someone to live for.
Thank you! 🙏💫
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