Hi, I’m Jillian.
I’ve been through a lot over the past few years — surviving two very painful relationships, one marked by years of control, fear, and legal manipulation, and the other by emotional instability and addiction. Both left deep scars, but also taught me how strong I really am.
This journey hasn’t been easy. It’s taken everything in me to keep moving forward — rebuilding my life, moving to another state to protect my peace, and trying to heal while navigating the court system and staying safe.
My ex-husband has continued to use the legal system to intimidate and isolate me — filing false reports, reaching out to people in my life, and spreading fear. As a result, many of the people I once counted on have pulled away, unsure how to respond.
My second marriage began with hope, but quickly became another painful chapter. I tried to support my partner through addiction and suicidal episodes, but I was ultimately left behind and had to pick up the pieces on my own.
I’ve since worked hard to regain my footing. I secured housing, stayed connected with legal advocates, and have been cooperating fully with DV programs and housing services. However, I recently had to leave my rental due to severe mold, which put my health at risk. I’m now transitioning into a safer, more stable situation.
I also have a job here now, and I know I can provide for myself in the long run. I’m not asking for ongoing support — just enough to get through this stretch and continue doing the right thing.
I’m raising funds to:
*Hire a new attorney to represent me in a critical custody hearings in July and September.
*Cover moving and storage costs from the mold-damaged rental.
*Bridge essential needs while I get resettled and back on track (transportation, daily basics, staying connected)
I’ve come this far without much help, but I’m learning to ask — not because I’m weak, but because I deserve a chance to keep going.
If you can give, share, or even just send a kind word, thank you. You are helping me protect my future and hold on to what matters most.
“They tried to bury me. They didn’t know I was a seed.”
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