My brother is struggling.

I know a lot of people are right now.

My family and I have all been helping. He has been willing to do whatever he can to get healthy and stay safe. He is and has been the sweet, kind, rule following, doing everything he can, Johnny that we know.

Mental illness can feel isolating and terrifying. I miss the Johnny that could hit all the churro stands at Disney with me. I miss the Johnny that would blow me off because he was in flow writing OR unable to get a word on a page so he couldn’t leave until he did. I know his associates at work would love to have him back by their side!

I miss that Johnny but love who he is right now with every ounce of my heart.

He’s my baby brother and best friend. He’s held my hand and helped me. I’d do anything to help him.

We’re in a holding pattern waiting for approval for disability. Short term disability has been exhausted and we are working through the approval process for long term. He desperately wants to be working again. It’s not an option right now.

How does one survive times when they can’t help themselves? It’s through the kindness of friends, family, community and strangers.

While a majority of our family is in Arizona, we’re attempting to keep him in CA for stability of treatment and independence. If disability is completely denied, we will reevaluate and pivot if needed. This is not forever. It’s for right now.

We are so grateful to you all. I can guarantee that when he can repay the kindness, he will without hesitation.

A note from John:

I’m living with severe mental illnesses, including bipolar disorder and what may be schizophrenia, which make daily life highly unpredictable and incredibly stressful. Bipolar disorder brings intense shifts in mood and energy that can disrupt my ability to work or plan ahead, while schizophrenia can make understanding and trusting reality itself incredibly difficult at times. Managing these conditions requires ongoing care, stability, and resources—things that cost money. I’m asking for support not for luxury, but to cover essential needs like treatment, medication, and basic living expenses so I can focus on staying grounded and well. Any help, whether through donating or sharing, truly makes a difference.

love- John

My brother is one of a kind. We used to describe him as sensitive when we were little. While that may be true, it is so much more than that in the most beautiful way. The first story he ever wrote (in 1st grade I think) was, JACK’S CHRISTMAS. If I can find it, I’ll share it. It will melt and break your heart. Johnny’s story isn’t over and I am keeping hope alive that he will write us all more stories too.

With love and gratitude,

Maria