Justine is 8 years old. And she is the fiercest little girl I’ve ever known.

For four years — half her life — Justine has been the quiet strength behind a loud fight. She’s the child who packed her own bag when domestic violence forced us from our home. The girl who sat patiently at grandma’s while I wrote legal motions to protect her siblings. She is the little one who smiled while the systems meant to protect her twisted facts and buried truth. And she never gave up on me — even when I had to leave her to fight for her.

What Justine doesn’t always see is that this isn’t just our story anymore.

Before any state called it what it is — a national crisis — I was already documenting the failures of our courts. Arizona’s Senate has now made it official: we’re in the middle of a civil rights emergency for children. They’re holding hearings. The world is finally catching up to what I’ve lived.

And while the headlines talk policy, I’m still here, in real time, doing the work. In law school. In court. Filing pro se when there’s no one else. Helping other parents build timelines, expose contradictions, and push for the reform our kids deserve.

But here’s the truth: even heroes need help sometimes.

Justine asked for one day. SeaWorld. Something normal. Something happy. And I hesitated—not because she doesn’t deserve it, but because we’re in survival mode. I can’t afford SeaWorld. I can’t afford rent. But I can’t tell her no again.

So this isn’t just a fundraiser. It’s a pause button. It’s a chance for Justine to be a kid again. And a chance for me to breathe, maybe clean my house, maybe exhale — before going back to court for her and for kids like her across the country.

If you’ve seen our fight, you know how far I stretch. You know I show up for others even when I have nothing left. So if you believe in the kind of change I’ve been building — if you believe every hero deserves a moment to rest — help us carve out one day of joy.

Because if Justine can hold her chin up through all of this, the least I can do is try to give her one memory that isn’t soaked in survival.

She’s the reason I keep going. And today, I’m asking for someone to help me be the hero she needs — the same way I’ve tried to be that for so many others.

If you or someone you know has faced abusive tactics and schemes by social workers — if you ever realized there was no escape but to fight — this is for you. Whether you’re still fighting for that little cutie beside you, or you’ve run out of fight and just need a place to be surrounded by those who haven’t… you are not alone. We are here:

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I thought I was fighting to protect victims of domestic violence. I refused to be one. Not anymore.

It became my job to show my children that this is not what life has to be — and I will always fight to protect them, even if that fight is against those falsely claiming to act in their best interest.

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Can we add a snipet ater, a video of Justine dressing up as a social worker just to have my undevided attention

Thank you for being a part of our journey.