Help Kirstie Reunite with Her Daughters

Hello Y'all,

My name is Kirstie Nowell. I am 28 years old. I am in college, 4 months away from graduating with my bachelor's in electrical engineering. I am originally from Blessing, Texas. Most importantly, I have two wonderful little girls, Athena (age 7) and Helena (age 6). Helenas birthday is actually today. This is the first birthday I have ever missed.. and it breaks my heart how disappointed my daughters must feel.

My daughter's and I moved to Vicksburg, Mississippi in July of 2024. We had decided to move here because I had a final interview with Forrest Bell products as boiler operator . I ended up not getting my final interview because the hiring lady got fired and management threw away all of the paperwork. Since then, it has been hardship after hardship. A family member moved in with us in my mom's house. That family member and I had issues, as he used to hit me and this time he got in my daughter's face so I fought him and I let my mom know what had happened. I was made to live somewhere else. And a decision was made that it would be best for my daughters, for the first time ever, to go stay with their dad in Arkansas while I try to rebuild our life. I started staying with an acquaintance in his house. That was one of the many places I stayed at for a short period of time during these few months. My car was then stolen by someone I had tried to help, then I had lost out on a interior painting job I had at Eagle Lake. I was able to get my car back but there was damage done to my car that I could not afford to fix, along with mostly everything important I owned that I kept in my car. My wallet that had my daughters and my socials, gone. Birth certificates, gone. Along with $200 something in cash, the $800 I had in foodstamps (which it was also the last month for me to recieve them from our previous state of residency), my bank account was now in the negative and continuously charged me $35 everyday for being in the negative, credit cards maxed out, cash app money was gone, my license, etc. All of my tools, my laptop, clothes, everything was gone. I forgave her and was promised it would be made right and continued to help the person that had stolen my car. Only to realize that every time I would help her with a ride or in some capacity try to help her she would steal something else from me. That was like every other moment in my life since July and numerous people would steal from me, what little my daughters and I had left. To give a perspective, before my daughter's and I had moved to Vicksburg, we were house hunting. I had not only my current vehicle but a new vehicle that I was paying on, a great job, so close to graduating with my bachelor's in college, perfect credit score and an active member in our church. Now I was living in my car, most of the time I had to decide between getting a gallon of gas or getting something to eat that week. At one point I was so hungry I had gotten a partially eating hamburger out of the trash can at Sonic. I went from 160 to now weighing 100.

I had applied to jobs but either I had no gas to get to the interview, my phone would shut off so communication would stop or I just simply didn't get hired. I have lived many places all over the United States and Vicksburg has been, by far, the hardest place to get a job. I have never had a problem getting a job, but when it rains, it pours.

I began seeing someone who I was introduced to. He worked on vehicles and I grew fond of him quickly. Little did I know, when he was "working" on my vehicle, he was actually making it to where it was making my vehicle harder to run and slowly destroying it. I finally had this revelation when I went to NAPA, where I had bought my new battery, and they told me that whoever I had working on my vehicle, had put some kind of grease on the battery posts that was depleting my battery and destroying its intended purpose. I had been trying to get away from my now ex, I started storing my belongings at someone else's RV, only for my stuff to come up missing again. Once I started moving my stuff ,again, this individual had gotten irate, pointed a gun at me and busted my front windshield and completely knocked out my driver side window. I had stayed here for a legal obligation but I made it work to where I was allowed and advised that it was best that I just move back up to Arkansas, be with my girls, and continue life up there. Seeing as I had gotten myself in a sticky situation, my life had been in danger, and there was no future for me here, I had planned to leave the night of March 22, 2025. My ex was threatening my life, I was receiving calls and I was going into a panic attack while driving, I accidentally hit a concrete post in a parking garage. Now, my car is immobile and there is damage to my car that will not allow me to get to Arkansas. I cannot stay here and I have no one to rely on, I am helpless and almost entirely hopeless. I have never been the one to ask for help, my pride is by far my biggest sin, but I have already lost out on so much time I could have spent with my daughters and I want nothing more than to fix our lives and know that I am safe and I get to wake up another day. Being a mom, especially to my girls, is my greatest joy in life.

There are so many more details, I wish I could cover them all. I don't really know how this works, but if y'all are able to ask questions and have any, please feel free to ask and I will answer if I can. I appreciate any donations and even a simple thought or prayer means the world to my daughters and I.

I want to send a special thank you to the few that have helped me while I've been here in Vicksburg: To the gas station cashier at Bovina Grocery, who put $5 on my pump even when I declined her offer and I couldn't pay with pennies, to the Bovina Grocery cashier who gave me a cup of water when I was dehydrated and near passing out, to the person on 61 N when I was running from danger and called for help, to the lady who gave me a container of food on Indiana Ave, to the parents of my ex who let me stay with them for a short period of time and let me remember what it was like to have a family altogether.

There are so many more, if you have helped me in any kind of way, I am so grateful, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

There are so many more deserving individuals on here, so even with only acknowledgement to my situation, I am grateful. Any money that I'm able to raise will go immediately to my radiator, the radiator fluid line(whatever it is called), other surrounding damage, and if any is left over, to my windshields, a working car battery, a tire that isn't as bald as Howie Mandell, and so on and so forth. Thank you. God bless you all.