Hi, my name is Kylee. I’m a single mom in Nanaimo, BC, and I’ve spent the last six years trying to survive and recover after my life was turned upside down.

I had a career in insurance that I loved and worked incredibly hard to build. I was good at it, reliable, and surrounded by people I thought were friends and colleagues for life.

In late 2019, after an after-work gathering, I was sexually assaulted. I reported what happened. Instead of support, I faced retaliation, harassment, unfair job changes, isolation, and eventually the loss of my livelihood.

The betrayal and stress have triggered severe mental health challenges, diagnosed PTSD, major depression, and deep betrayal trauma. Parts of the incident were blocked from my memory for months amid the trauma and the start of COVID. When the memories returned, I was devastated.

I eventually filed a WSBC claim for the work-related mental injury. What followed has been years of delays, record inaccuracies (despite my consistent accounts and extensive evidence), feeling disbelieved, and what has often felt like efforts to undermine my credibility and suppress my claim. A WCAT decision partially recognized some of the workplace stressors, but the process continues with another long delay ahead.

The toll on my health and ability to function has been profound. I can no longer work. Nightmares, depression, and anxiety make getting through each day an enormous effort. I’ve spent years largely isolated in my home, doing everything I can to keep things decent for Noah and be the mom he needs. My ex has been as supportive as he can be.

The financial situation has become unsustainable. Debt collectors call constantly. I renewed my license before being constructively dismissed, only to face what felt like a bad-faith audit shortly after. Now I’m facing another five-month wait while trying to keep the lights on. Recently our cat Stormi broke her leg, adding unexpected vet bills and stress at the worst possible time. I have tried everything to get back on my feet.

Posting this GoFundMe is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, I carry a lot of shame about needing help and have always tried to handle things on my own. I truly don’t know what else to do right now.

Any donations will go directly toward keeping a roof over our heads, covering rent, utilities, groceries, and basic living costs, addressing some debt to stop the constant calls, helping with Stormi with ongoing care, and giving me a small breathing room to focus on my health and continuing to advocate for a fair resolution to my claim.

I have overwhelming evidence supporting what I’ve said and the mishandling I’ve experienced. I just need enough stability to get through these next critical months.

I want to be okay again for Noah, for myself, and for the future. Your support, whether a donation or simply sharing this, would mean more than I can express. Thank you for reading and for any kindness you can offer.

With gratitude and hope,

Kylee