This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
I have always been strong. Independent. The person who pushes through, figures it out, and keeps going no matter how hard things get. Asking for help feels uncomfortable and vulnerable—but my reality has reached a point where strength alone is no longer enough.
For the past seven years, my body has been slowly unraveling. I’ve lived with fibromyalgia for most of my life, learning to function through pain because I had no other choice. After a botched surgery, I developed CRPS in my left foot—a condition that causes severe, relentless pain and has changed how I move, how I live, and how I can play with my children.
As the years passed, my symptoms multiplied. My joints became stiff and inflamed. Painful rashes covered my skin. Fatigue swallowed me whole. After countless appointments and seeing more specialists than I can count, I was finally diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis. By then, my body was already fighting more battles than I could keep up with.
Then came the weakness. The racing heart. The dizziness. The constant feeling that I might collapse at any moment. I felt like my world was crashing down around me.
I am a stay-at-home mom to three beautiful children. This is already a full-time job, and I love being their safe place. Every single day, I push myself beyond my limits just to care for them—to get out of bed, to move, to show up—while my skin burns, my joints ache, and my body feels like it’s betraying me.
After repeated emergency room visits, doctors finally discovered something terrifying: my heart was intermittently stopping. I was rushed into emergency surgery and had a pacemaker implanted. While the pacemaker has given me reassurance that my heart won’t simply stop, I still feel incredibly sick every day. Not long after, I was diagnosed with POTS, adding yet another layer to an already overwhelming medical journey.
I am a young mother. A young wife. And some days, I feel completely shattered.
I carry so much guilt—feeling like I’m failing my children, my husband, and my family—not because I don’t try, but because my body cannot do what my heart desperately wants to. I feel like the healthcare system has failed me after years of unanswered questions, delayed diagnoses, and watching my health deteriorate while searching for help.
Recently, I found a doctor who specializes in complex chronic illnesses like mine—someone who understands how these conditions overlap and affect the entire body. For the first time in years, I feel real hope that I might finally get answers and a treatment plan that helps me reclaim some quality of life.
Unfortunately, this care is not covered by insurance.
To hold onto this hope, I have exhausted every option available to me—credit cards, home equity, and every line of credit I could access. I’ve reached a place I never imagined being: needing help just to continue pursuing care.
Donations will go directly toward:
-Specialized medical appointments not covered by insurance
- Advanced diagnostic testing and evaluations Medical procedures and treatments recommended by specialists
-Ongoing out-of-pocket medical expenses related to my conditions
I am asking for support—not just for myself, but for my children, who deserve a present, engaged, and healthier mom. Any donation, no matter the size, brings me closer to answers and stability. Even sharing this page means more than you know.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story, for caring, and for helping me hold onto hope during the hardest chapter of my life. I believe that with the right care and support, I can move from simply surviving to truly living again.
I have always been strong. Independent. The person who pushes through, figures it out, and keeps going no matter how hard things get. Asking for help feels uncomfortable and vulnerable—but my reality has reached a point where strength alone is no longer enough.
For the past seven years, my body has been slowly unraveling. I’ve lived with fibromyalgia for most of my life, learning to function through pain because I had no other choice. After a botched surgery, I developed CRPS in my left foot—a condition that causes severe, relentless pain and has changed how I move, how I live, and how I can play with my children.
As the years passed, my symptoms multiplied. My joints became stiff and inflamed. Painful rashes covered my skin. Fatigue swallowed me whole. After countless appointments and seeing more specialists than I can count, I was finally diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis. By then, my body was already fighting more battles than I could keep up with.
Then came the weakness. The racing heart. The dizziness. The constant feeling that I might collapse at any moment. I felt like my world was crashing down around me.
I am a stay-at-home mom to three beautiful children. This is already a full-time job, and I love being their safe place. Every single day, I push myself beyond my limits just to care for them—to get out of bed, to move, to show up—while my skin burns, my joints ache, and my body feels like it’s betraying me.
After repeated emergency room visits, doctors finally discovered something terrifying: my heart was intermittently stopping. I was rushed into emergency surgery and had a pacemaker implanted. While the pacemaker has given me reassurance that my heart won’t simply stop, I still feel incredibly sick every day. Not long after, I was diagnosed with POTS, adding yet another layer to an already overwhelming medical journey.
I am a young mother. A young wife. And some days, I feel completely shattered.
I carry so much guilt—feeling like I’m failing my children, my husband, and my family—not because I don’t try, but because my body cannot do what my heart desperately wants to. I feel like the healthcare system has failed me after years of unanswered questions, delayed diagnoses, and watching my health deteriorate while searching for help.
Recently, I found a doctor who specializes in complex chronic illnesses like mine—someone who understands how these conditions overlap and affect the entire body. For the first time in years, I feel real hope that I might finally get answers and a treatment plan that helps me reclaim some quality of life.
Unfortunately, this care is not covered by insurance.
To hold onto this hope, I have exhausted every option available to me—credit cards, home equity, and every line of credit I could access. I’ve reached a place I never imagined being: needing help just to continue pursuing care.
Donations will go directly toward:
-Specialized medical appointments not covered by insurance
- Advanced diagnostic testing and evaluations Medical procedures and treatments recommended by specialists
-Ongoing out-of-pocket medical expenses related to my conditions
I am asking for support—not just for myself, but for my children, who deserve a present, engaged, and healthier mom. Any donation, no matter the size, brings me closer to answers and stability. Even sharing this page means more than you know.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story, for caring, and for helping me hold onto hope during the hardest chapter of my life. I believe that with the right care and support, I can move from simply surviving to truly living again.