My name is Kari. I am a mother of two children — my daughter, Keegan (21), and my son, Eithen (14).

My body is tired. My mind is worn out. And my heart aches for my daughter.

Not a small ache — the kind that knots your stomach, sits heavy on your chest, and makes it hard to breathe. The kind that comes from feeling helpless while watching someone you love slowly slip away.

I never imagined I would be here, asking for help like this. But I am out of answers, out of ideas, and this is my last resort.

If you’re still reading, thank you. I’d like to share our story and why I am reaching out.

From a young age, Keegan struggled with self-regulation and big emotions. She was diagnosed with ADHD early on. We put supports in place, but even with help, she struggled.

Keegan is a natural leader. She is creative, loyal, and wears her heart on her sleeve. She figure skated with grace, danced in year-end recitals, and played soccer and hockey competitively. Her smile could light up a room.

Around 14, I noticed a shift. School pressure became overwhelming. Sports fell away. Her inner light began to dim.

Her mental health tightened its grip — dismantling her confidence and self-worth. There were hospital visits due to suicide threats, self-harm, and moments when she simply couldn’t pull herself back from the darkness.

I will never forget her sobbing and asking me, “What’s wrong with me, Mom?”

There is nothing that prepares you for that.

I would lie beside her in hospital rooms, holding her, trying to be strong while breaking inside. I made appointments. I tried therapy, tough love, gentle love — everything I knew to try. Some things helped for a while, but the cycle always returned.

Good days. Bad days. Hospital days.

Watching your child struggle to find herself is a pain that never truly fades.

In 2023, Keegan gave birth to her daughter, Mazey-Lynn. She adored her. She found her spark again. She saved money, moved into her own apartment, and was proud to build a life for herself and her daughter.

As her mom, I was beyond proud.

When Keegan was born I started saving for her college fund. I managed to save $12,000. As a single mom for the first two years, it wasn’t easy, but I wanted her to have opportunities I didn’t.

She graduated high school with her Red Seal certificate and pursued welding — something she was passionate and talented at. I will never forget walking into the bank to pay her tuition. I was so proud.

But soon after enrolling, something shifted again. Missed classes. Mood swings. The light fading.

Then she met someone.

He was involved in drugs, abusive, and deeply troubled himself. The harder I tried to protect her, the more I pushed her toward him.

Her apartment began to crumble — unpaid bills, food shortages, savings disappearing. Her mental health declined, and addiction took hold.

She became pregnant again. She carried my grandson, Kayce, full term. I was with her when he was born. His father chose not to come.

That hurt her deeply.

Today, I have to speak a painful truth:

My daughter suffers from severe mental health challenges and addiction.

She has lost her apartment. She has lost custody of her children. And she is losing herself.

The man who supplied her with drugs and abused her is now incarcerated. But the damage remains.

Right now, she is sleeping on a friend’s couch. I live in constant fear of an overdose or suicide. No parent can ever be prepared for that fear.

She needs help now — not months from now.

I have researched three private rehabilitation centers. Private treatment is the only option for immediate admission. The cost ranges from $960 to $1,140 per day.

The program I believe is best suited for her addresses both addiction and the deep mental health struggles underneath it. It is a minimum 45-day program costing $40,000. If extended to 60 days, it is $50,500. For 90 days, $71,500.

The cost is overwhelming.

But this program includes detox, medical care, psychological assessments, individual therapy (four sessions per week), group therapy, and comprehensive mental health treatment. It focuses on healing the root causes — building self-worth, coping skills, and long-term stability.

This is what my daughter needs.

I have set this GoFundMe goal at $40,000 — the base cost for 45 days of treatment. Every single dollar will go directly toward her enrollment and recovery.

If you’ve read this far, thank you.

This is my truth. It is messy. It is painful. And it affects our entire family every single day.

If you are able to donate — even a small amount — it truly makes a difference. If you can’t donate, sharing this means more than you know.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

God bless.