When I was 14 years old, I was raped. From that trauma came two children — children I love with everything in me. I was a child myself, trying to survive what had been done to me. Today I am an adult, and the man who raped me has my children. The same person who took my childhood is now raising the kids I gave birth to, and I am fighting with everything I have to get them back. This fight is breaking me open. I am living with PTSD and reliving the worst moments of my life every time I walk into a courtroom, every time I have to say his name, every time I picture my kids in his house. But I will not stop. My children deserve a mother who fought for them, and I am that mother. I need help to afford a family lawyer who will take this seriously, trauma therapy so I can keep standing, and the basics — rent, food, gas to court — while this battle plays out. Anything you can give, even a share, gets me closer to bringing my children home.