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For years, I’ve been living in the aftermath of something no parent should ever have to endure, the abduction of my daughter. She was taken from me not by strangers, but by her own family, the ones she trusted most, ripped from the life we were building together. What followed wasn’t just a personal tragedy; it was a soul-crushing descent into a legal system that seemed more interested in paperwork, procedure, and money rather than in truth and justice. I fought tooth and nail to be heard in courtrooms that treated me like I didn’t matter, like my role as a father was disposable. I walked into those rooms full of hope and came out with wounds deeper than any I had known. And through it all, my daughter, my heart, was kept from her dad while reality was drowned out by the ones manipulating her story.

The system failed us. Over and over again, it failed to recognize the emotional and mental abuse, the manipulation, and the trauma inflicted not just on me, but on my little girl. I was painted in a light that didn’t reflect who I am or the love I’ve always had for her. And the truth is, trying to survive that kind of loss changes you. It wears you down mentally, emotionally, and even physically. There were nights I didn’t sleep, days I couldn’t eat, and weeks that blurred together under the weight of grief and helplessness. The trauma didn’t just scar me; it shattered the foundation of my life.

And now, years later, I’m still picking up the pieces. I carry the weight of that battle every day. My mental health has taken hits that I’m still recovering from. Holding a job, staying focused, planning for the future—it all feels different when you've lost something so central to your purpose. But I haven’t given up. Deep down, I still believe in the truth, in the power of a father’s love, and in the day my daughter will know just how hard I fought for her, and how I never stopped loving her, not for a second.

That’s why I’m here now, opening my heart to strangers, because after losing so much, after being failed by the very systems meant to protect us, I’m still standing, but I can’t do this alone anymore. I’m asking for support not just to survive, but to rebuild, to heal from the trauma, to regain stability, and to keep fighting for the life I was meant to live and the bond I still believe I can restore with my daughter. Your support isn’t just financial; it’s a lifeline, a sign that someone out there believes my story matters, that I still matter.

All donations will help with daily living essentials like food, water, hygiene, and basic supplies. Every dollar plants stability into my day and keeps me pushing forward, one step at a time.

Beyond the basics enough donations could help me secure and maintain a reliable vehicle for my shelter, my freedom, my survival tool. And eventually the ultimate goal is purchasing land, building a home, and creating a space to live freely and sustainably. This is the long game: a rooted life close to nature, where I can finally build, grow, and give back.