A Second Chance at Life – Help Me Heal

Hi everyone,

I wasn’t sure whether to share my full story here. At first, I thought I’d just say it was a medical emergency and leave it at that. But if I’m asking for your help, you deserve the truth — the real, raw story of what happened to me.

Some of you already know I was in a relationship. We started off under tough circumstances — a lot of mistakes were made, especially on my end with communication. But despite everything, we fought for our relationship. We stayed together, found our rhythm, and began building a future. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could love again. And I did — I fell deeply in love.

But love, as powerful as it is, can sometimes blind you. The signs were there, and I ignored them. Starting in May, things began spiraling. The arguments became constant, her anger more explosive. She became convinced I was cheating and destroyed nearly everything I owned — sending me videos of her doing it. And still, I stayed. Because I believed in us. Because I loved her.

Then came June 1st — the day that changed my life forever.

As I was getting out of a car, she accelerated hers to over 40 mph and intentionally hit me from behind. The impact was brutal. I was rushed to a trauma hospital, and the doctors didn’t think I’d survive. But somehow, by some miracle, I’m still here.

The damage was catastrophic:

My left leg was shattered — femur and tibia fractures — requiring screws and plates. Surgery #1.

My entire pelvic area was broken, front and back — more screws. Surgery #2.

My spine was fractured from T9 to T12, leading to a 10-hour surgery. Surgery #3.

I lost so much blood in that surgery, they had to go back in to repair more pelvic damage. Surgery #4.

My right arm was broken in the collision as well. Surgery #5.

There were moments I didn’t think I’d make it. But I know my dad and my grandma — my guardian angels — were with me, pushing me to hold on. I have been given a second chance at life, and I won’t waste it.

Right now, I’m facing a long road to recovery. I’m unable to work. I’ve lost nearly all of my belongings. And the medical bills are piling up. I never thought I’d be in this position — asking for help like this — but here I am, humbled and hopeful.

My family has been my anchor. My sister Cristal has fought for me every step of the way, speaking when I couldn’t and just doing everything in her power to have my voice heard. My mom, my brothers Alex, Marcos, and Anthony, and my babies Bella and Julian — you are the reason I’m still fighting. I promised I’d survive this for you. I love you all more than words can say.

This experience has changed me. My perspective on life, on love, on what really matters — it’s all different now. I’m determined to overcome this. I’m not just surviving — I’m rebuilding.

If you can give — anything at all — it would mean the world to me. Every dollar will help with medical expenses, basic needs, and starting over. If you can’t donate, please share my story.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for being part of my healing journey.

With love and gratitude,

Chasdity