OUR MISSION
Jason my middle son passed away December 9th, 2020. He posted this on July 7th. I believe he did so because he wanted to help people who suffered like he did. He worked so hard these past 15 months to get back on his feet and did an amazing job in so many ways.  For those of you who knew Jason, you know that he was the kindest, sweetest and most unselfish person you ever met. He will leave a giant hole in our hearts. I always told him I thought he had a special purpose on this earth because he survived so many incidents that others would not have.  We have to make mental illness a priority, especially now.  With this Campaign, his family and friends want to complete an album of songs that he started before his death. The funds will be used for equipment and studio time, production and release of the album.  When the album is released, we will start a second fund raiser to create a non-profit organization that will provide funds for individuals in need of Substance abuse and Mental illness treatment.  We have been offered a matching fund of 2,500.00  Any extra funds from this original Campaign will be moved to the non-profit we create. 

JASON'S POST:
My nightly “I’m not” crazy pills. Look, it takes so much, when you’re as heavily affected as me by chemical imbalances...most knew I’ve been crazy ever since ever since, but mental health carries a very, very unhealthy stigma-this is something that for ME, took 20 years to diagnose and medicate properly, I advise any and everyone to do the same if they don’t know where and how to find help I promise it is out there, I promise.

I love nothing but love to those in need, those struggling, those self medicating, and those that get help.... And to anyone otherwise, please help me to normalize something that is greater than all of us, it’s a personal mission of mine..any help might save a life or more.

Sincerely,

A Paranoid Delusional, Schizo-Effective with Bi-Polar/Manic Deppresive/OCD Insomniac with PTSD.

Once again, I love you all, so much, this post is very very hard to make. 

A POST FROM HIS BROTHER JEREMY LEA
We have all lost too many brothers and sisters along the way. Some say it goes with the walk, another sign of the times.
Yesterday, I lost my Brother, my best friend.
Jason was not for this world. He was an alien in the most beautiful and stylish and creative and original sense of the word. He had a heart so large that it would never be tamed or contained.
Jason was my hero. He was the most kind, most caring, most giving and most feeling person that I will ever know. I couldn’t think of a bad word if I tried and that is unique. Truly one of a kind.
For those that truly got to know Jason, be grateful. Celebrate that fact. Know that he is at peace. For those who didn’t, squeeze those closest to you every chance you get.
To the millions of family members and friends that have been touched by addiction and mental illness, I stand with you. Together we must stand and be heard. This is the pandemic that never ends. For those still sick and suffering, you have my heart, no matter your walk of life.
We can all do better by our neighbors, every day. We have got to come together. There is too much to fight for. None can do it alone.
Jason, I will miss you with absolutely everything up in me. Rest In Peace my beautiful friend.

A POST FROM HIS BROTHER JODI LEA
I don’t even know where to start.
My big brother was someone who words do a tremendous disservice, because words only apply to this realm, and Jason
was truly from another universe in the best way possible. I’ve never seen a bigger smile, heard a more infectious laugh, or known a bigger personality. Everyone mature enough to look beyond the tattoos, piercings, and costumes knew that Jason was one of the most unfathomably intelligent, creative, and gentle souls to have ever walked this strange Earth. Whenever I was around Jason, I knew that I would have conversations, ideas, and moments that I could’ve never had with anyone else. His heart was always full. He cared so deeply about others. He was so unapologetically himself in a world of insecurities, and I will forever look up to him for that and so, so much more.
But behind this one-of-kind soul was also a heartbreaking and devastating combination of mental illness and addiction. The ultimate example of the beauty and travesty of the human condition. Jason suffered through afflictions that would cripple even the strongest of humans, and I’m so thankful that he fought to exist in this world just long enough for me to laugh hysterically with him one last time.
Please check on your loved ones. Please be kind and without judgement towards others. Please take mental health seriously.
I love you so much Mr. Monster the DJ, Derelict Rhetoric the tattoo artist, and Big Head.
My heart is in a million pieces. Rest now in the paradise you deserve, Big Brother.