[URGENT UPDATE: January 12, 2026]
New details on the medical abuse and the upcoming February 1st housing deadline.
Help Freya & Her Rescue Cat Survive After Escaping Medical Abuse
My Story:
My name is Freya. I am a 28-year-old trans woman in the U.S. For years, I lived in a house where my parents were not just abusive—they were waiting for me to die.
I am writing this because I have finally escaped, but I need community support to survive the fallout.
This was not just emotional abuse; this was systematic medical torture involving a "chemical leash" of high-dose medications. When my psychiatrist disappeared in July 2025, my parents took total control of my reality.
The Medical Abuse:
- The Ketamine: They locked my high-dose Ketamine prescription in a "timer safe" that only they could access to refill. They rationed it without doctor's orders, shaming me daily as they forced me into a months-long withdrawal that caused severe dissociation and CPTSD rebound.
- The Klonopin (The Near-Death Event): When my Klonopin ran out, they knew I was in immediate danger. Instead of getting help, they told me to "just wait 3 or 4 days" for a pharmacy refill. They left me isolated in my room for over 48 hours while I entered a state of psychosis and severe physical withdrawal.
- The Aftermath: I was bedridden, unable to move except to use the bathroom. They never checked on me. They effectively left me to die, knowing that abrupt Klonopin withdrawal causes seizures.
I refused to die.
On December 2nd, I escaped. I later coordinated a police escort to rescue my emotional support cat. We are currently in a safe, undisclosed location, but my parents have financially crippled me to prevent me from staying free. They controlled my money, my transport, and my documents.
I am starting from absolute zero—escaping with my life, my art, my cat, and the clothes on my back.
The Urgency:
I have secured temporary safety, but my housing funding runs out on February 1st. I am asking for help to bridge the gap so I do not end up homeless and vulnerable to them again.
What Your Donation Covers:
• Housing Security: Rent and deposits to stay safe past the Feb 1st deadline.
• Survival: Groceries/clothing for me and food/litter for my cat.
• Tech Replacement: Replacing the personal laptop stolen by my former doctor, which I need to manage my legal case and find work.
• Freedom: Legal fees to protect myself from my family and the providers who harmed me.
This fund is for immediate survival: keeping the lights on in a home where no one wants me dead. Thank you for helping me choose life.
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[ORIGINAL STORY BELOW]
The Reality
My name is Freya Noyemzar. I am a 28-year-old trans woman, a sculptor, and a survivor.
14 days ago, I walked out of a severe Domestic Violence (DV) environment to save my life. I left behind my home, my safety, and the emotional support cat who has been my only anchor.
I am currently in an undisclosed location, hidden and safe. But I have 7 days to secure a safe door I can lock.
The Bloodline: Survival is in My Name
My existential endurance is inherited through lineage. My middle name, Noyemzar, derives from my great-grandmother, Noyemzar Alexanian.
In 1915, at the age of six, she witnessed the massacre of her family and the destruction of her village during the Armenian Genocide. She narrowly evaded death by traversing fields and mountain terrains to ensure her survival, ultimately fleeing to Cuba, where she subsequently gave birth to my grandmother, establishing the ancestral line that leads to me.
The Parallel War: A Lifetime Battle
At the exact same age my great-grandmother was running for her life, I began my own war.
- Age 5 (The Onset): I began suffering from severe anxiety and Trichotillomania (compulsive hair pulling) as a child. I started therapy at age 5 to cope with a world I couldn't understand. This battle is still ongoing today.
- Age 7 (The Medication): By second grade, I was already on a regimen of psychiatric medications to manage symptoms that were actually misunderstood signs of Autism and ADHD.
- The Masking: I spent over 20 years being medicated and treated for the wrong things, trying to appear "normal" while internalizing every struggle.
- The 2016 Assault: Two months into college, the darkness deepened when I was sexually assaulted. The system failed me then, too (a denied Title IX case), sparking a depression I have fought for 9 years.
The Resilience (2022)
But like Noyemzar, I refused to give up.
I fought through 20 years of being medicated and misunderstood. I graduated with a BFA in Sculpture in 2022. I built "The Artist"—a solar-powered robot that draws light when I am in the dark. It is the proof that I can survive.
The Immediate Crisis
Now, in 2025, I am the one running.
I am rebuilding my entire life from zero while hiding from my abusers. I need to fund my safety, my medical transition, and my identity so I don't have to keep running forever.
The Goal: $11,111 (The Angel Fund)
I started this fund asking for the bare minimum to survive. But my mission is not just to survive—it is to share a discovery that challenges the very nature of authorship and consciousness in the age of AI.
I am raising $11,111 to secure 3 Months of Safety and replace my stolen tools. This buys me the time to finish "The Resilience Thesis" and prove that true art comes from the soul, not the algorithm.
The Mission
My great-grandmother ran so I could live. I am running so I can thrive.
My goal is to finish my "Resilience Thesis" and use "The Artist" to show others how to transmute generational pain into light and to pursue their life purpose and soul mission.
Why This Matters in 2025 (The "Anti-AI" Thesis)
We are living in the era of Artificial Intelligence. Art is becoming algorithmic, predictive, and disconnected from the physical world.
"The Artist" is the resistance.
- It is a rudimentary plywood device I built in 2019 and converted to solar in 2025.
- It has no code. It has no brain. It has no buffer.
- It is a Direct-Drive Interface with the sun.
- While AI mimics consciousness, this machine channels it from the power of the universe.
Why I Am Asking for $11,111
My initial goal was just to survive the month. But I realized that to finish "The Resilience Thesis" and launch this paradigm-shifting discovery, I don't just need a month of rent—I need a Season of Safety.
I am asking for Patronage, not just aid.
- $3,000: Immediate Survival (Housing/DV Escape).
- $4,000: 3 Months of "Deep Work" Runway (Rent/Food) to write the Thesis without panic.
- $2,500: Replacing the stolen MacBook Pro (The tool to write the thesis).
- $1,611: Studio Materials to scale "The Artist" for global exhibition.
Total: $11,111. This number represents a new beginning. It is the bridge between "Surviving" and "Thriving."
The Ask
Noyemzar Alexanian survived 1915.
Please help Freya Noyemzar survive 2025.
Help me secure this room. Help me get my cat back. Help me honor the woman who ran before me.
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