Help Heather Save Her Home, Her Kids & Furbabies!

Hello! My name is Heather, I’m a Mom of 2 beautiful kids, (17 and 1 years old) and my family and I are about to lose everything due to the BEAST, known as mental illness, that nobody saw coming nor expected to destroy our lives. To paint a picture, try to imagine The Notebook and The Purge combined. That’s my life now. Up until about 2-3 years ago life was perfect, but then the bread winner fell ill to a life shattering illness and now without help from our family, friends, & community we will not make it. We will lose the house. We will be giving our beloved fur babies death warrants going to a shelter, and my kids are going to have to experience struggles and difficulties that I NEVER wanted them even knowing of. To better understand this tragic crisis that’s minutes away from complete destruction I’m going to try to give a “brief” history for those who don’t know us and for those who do and had no idea what is unraveling.

Joesph (aka Pickle) and I met when I was 15 by “accident”…. a car accident. (Was it “accident or grand design”?) We instantly grew closer and became BFFs! We were each others couples therapists, had each others backs, shoulders to cry on, and helping hands whenever needed. (Well he was my hero mostly lol) In my teens, we even made a pinky promise that if we weren’t married by 30 then we just marry each other so we could grow old and not die alone. When I was 28, with perfect timing, he swooped in and confessed his love for me! So we began our journey together with a love that was straight out of the movies! My daughter, Kaylee, from birth loved him but was ecstatic to have a “Dad” because her biological one went on a family reunion when she was 2 and never returned.

Pickle was that sweet, empathetic , good listening, responsible, funny, warm hearted animal lover kinda MAN. Our love was unconditional and it came so easy it made people envious or even dislike us! He brought me roses “just because”. We NEVER fought but talked all the time. We could look at each other and just know what the other was feeling. To build our life, we had moved into a bigger place owned by my family. I had reached for my dreams and started a Mobile Dog Grooming business. All bills were paid and never late. All the puzzle pieces just fit. I vividly recall for a fleeting moment I was, for the first time, Happy.

      Joseph always wanted the girl of his dreams…which turned out to be me! Also to have a child of his own. We had tried for some time but we had no luck so we decided to get check ups. We found out that he has Metabolic Syndrome which makes him insulin resistant causing his diabetes to be out of control, low vitamin D, and and his Testosterone levels were almost nonexistent!! We still tried for 3 long years with no results until one night in March 2020 I felt a little bloated and took a test! 9 Months later Our Big “DILL” Dillyn was born on Thanksgiving 2021!

Early in the pregnancy, Pickle fell into a deep depression out of no where with no real reason! Shortly after he started changing. It was slight at first. He was different. Fights began. He gradually started sleeping more often, moody, just OFF. I spoke to family & friends and they would just be optimistic and dismissive. Fast forward to the present day, these problems have crushed our lives and saving our home, pets, and lives doesn’t seem possible without the kindness and help from strangers and friends! They did a brain scan and it was good, and drug tests clear. He’s have more frequent episodes, making wreck less decisions that have had life altering consequences that he can’t seem to understand. That alone doesn’t make sense if you knew the TRUE Joseph that EVERYONE knows. He would never ignore his responsibilities, family, or life!! Doctor after Doctor we have been screaming out for help with no results! I cry because they go home at night and sleep just fine while I go home with less hope, more pain, and no solutions. One episode was SO BAD he needed 911 and I was bitten by my Dog who was going for him because she didn’t recognize him. I may need a surgery for my leg because it’s not healing, happened back in November and it’s April! I’ve also suffered numbness and paralysis in my feet from this situation. Let’s pray it heals soon and no surgery is needed I need both legs right for at least the next 18 years…

Watching my soulmate die is so agonizingly painful I can’t even breathe. I’m now SCREAMING out for help to anyone who will listen because I losing hope and we have LOST ALMOST EVERYTHING. I tried to pay what I could as much as possible while raising a family and jumping all of life’s obstacles and it’s just not enough. Now we are facing foreclosure on the house. Our Electric shut off date is April 12th. My crippling anxiety hasn’t even let me open the gas envelope most recently. I have been doing all I can to take care of the house and family but I was never supposed to do it alone. I have panic attacks daily over the bills and barely sleep. I’m trying to stay strong but just the thought of being homeless with my family crushes me so that is why I come to you with this insane situation that is my life and I can’t express how much it would mean to my family and I for any donations or sharing our story . Any and all donations made will go directly to saving our home, to keep our Electric and Gas on, and to possibly be a deposit for a new place in the event, we can’t stop for closure. To add to the mess, we have recently learned that the family member who has decided during the darkest time in my life that they may want to just try and sell before foreclosure which is a different obstacle we aren’t prepared for either. When it rains….

 I am attaching photos of the electric bill and the gas bill with the account numbers just in case an angel happens to stumble across my story who just wants to handle some thing directly with the company. This is my Hail Mary. I have never been so broken. Not a single person in this situation wanted our fairy tale life to turn into a nightmare but I do have a smidge of hope…the light is dim and beaten down but still a glimmer is there. I love my family so much and I pray every day for clear answers just so I can get a better understanding of why life even went this way. My anxiety keeps telling me that I don’t even know if all of this is fixable. But I’m just going to try and keep swimming because that’s all I can do. Thank you all so much in advance for any life altering donations and sharing. Grateful doesn’t even begin to express my appreciation!! Thank you just for even reading my story, you are beyond appreciated!!! Sending Positive Vibes to you all as well during these insanely difficult times!