Donate to Mission Misfit : Aiding Her Mother's ICU Recovery

To those who don’t know me, my name is Minah, otherwise known as Misfit. I’m a Model, Actor, Small Business Owner, and a Caregiver for my mother. To those who know me personally, you can understand how difficult it is for me to show financial vulnerability knowing I’m a young aspiring entrepreneur. However, on July 18, 2024, I was traumatized from seeing my mom go unconscious, barely breathing, to falling on me onto the floor within seconds. Quickly, I called 911 for an ambulance and rolled her on her side. As I noticed her jaw clenched and tongue forced against the roof of her mouth, I drained the saliva and fluid from her mouth. I’m certified for CPR, but as you might imagine, I was terrified and overwhelmed, begging the operator to coach me through CPR. Unclear of the situation, he tried to calm me down, but immediately I put my fingers back in her mouth to clear her airways and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation till paramedics arrived. Her breath count was 40 with the help of resuscitation, meaning fortunately, I saved my mother's life. Today is day 3 of spending the night in the ICU since this incident. Still unaware of the cause, leaving me exhausted and confused. This fundraiser, Mission Misfit main objective is to pay for the costs of hospital procedures that my mothers insurance doesn't cover, so that she receives the necessary care and support.

I have been working with my mother for a year now and painfully, I’ve slowly seen her health decline since April 3rd, 2023, when her sister suddenly stopped breathing and passed away. My ma always said, “when she goes I’ll be right behind her.” My aunt was paralyzed from the waist down since she was 12, which my mother took the responsibility of taking care of my aunt her entire life. By the early age of 10, I took on the role of providing care for my aunt as well who was no longer receiving the care she needed due to my mama having physical restrictions after having a stroke.

I used to think my life was just a generational curse, but I took the time to go to therapy and learn that there is no such thing as generational curses, only generational misdirected energy. So I haven’t shed a tear of hopelessness, I’m only trying to carrying strength and resilience but I am a young woman with strong emotions so I know I’m in desperate need of support. I come from a caring mother, so naturally, I followed in her ways of helping my community. From sharing food donations for those experiencing homelessness to community events for creative youth. But in times like this where everything is taken away, what happens? Will I have support or just be another sad story that continues the cycle of misery?

My ma gave me the nickname Misfit because her mother told her she was a “mansion for misfits” for helping people who she saw potential in that had just been thrown off course from their environment or life struggles. It might sound familiar because for the past few years, I’ve used “Misfit” as a way of life. To redefine individuality in a positive manner and encourage oneness as a culture. A culture not only for myself to confide in but to create a metaphorical mansion for the rest of the misfit community. And hopefully one day I dream of creating a creative youth recreational center with specific housing opportunities in ”Misfit Mansion”

I’ve been through trials and tribulations to start my own business and brand awareness only to realize my mother raised me to follow out OUR dreams. I truly believe after everything that’s happened, now is the time to have faith in my community because I know my community loves and has faith in Misfit and Minah.

To overcome personal fears, I’ve decided to create Mission Misfit. My plan is to raise funding for medical bills, complete my LPN, and to buy my mom a disability accessible home so I can live with her and take care of her and restore positivity within. I’m the baby of the family, so for it to be my responsibility is quite difficult. However, I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. I just need support this time to lay out the foundations correctly.

Once my mom is out of recovery, I hope to encourage and support her to bring back her personal nonprofit organization and collaborate with my boutique Misfits In Misery. As a former entrepreneur, my mother loves the grind and has a strong passion for business much like myself. For her retirement plan, I will work as hard as I can to allow my mother to live her new life. To finally be happy, to finally experience peace and prosperity.

Please allow me to share my story without shame. Thank you dearly for reading and supporting my mama and I. Anything helps, please help me reach my goal as soon as possible. To be able to inspire others to complete their dreams, I must follow my own. I just want my mama to be able to hold my firstborn one day. Please help me rewrite my story and follow my dreams. Thank you, may God bless your soul.