Hello dear friends,

Peg here. Thanks for taking a minute, as I swallow my pride and put my private life on blast, to share with you the latest.

In 2017 after moving to Portland Oregon, I made the decision to become the primary caregiver for my mom here in Oregon. Mom was still in California retired from nursing and still caring for my sister Lainie, who’d suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury at the age of 18 in a tragic car accident.

Mom had taken a spill causing a compression fracture in her spine but of course kept saying in phone calls I’m fine, I’m fine. When I visited it was obvious she was not fine at all.

Her heart disease was worsening and she was no longer fit to run her household or keep my sister safe.

Then sadly her time recovering in the hospital exasperated her developing dementia, leaving her fully dependent on others.

I found a little house to rent in Beaverton and moved them in. For years I managed to hold things together working part time outside the home and caring for mom with her declining cognitive function at home, and of course watching over my sis that believed she did not need watching over as I continually cleaned up her messes. And I’m not talking spilt coffee lol.

Finally it was time to leave the job I had intended to retire from one day.

Excuse my language but It was becoming quite the shit show at home.

I got my Home Care Credentials and took it on full time.

Under the increasing stress, burnout, isolation and then the loss of my support pup in September I spiraled big time. I suffered a mental health breakdown, and FINALLY receiving a diagnosis of ADHD. What! ADHD? It all made sense though.

In the midst of my mental chaos, I missed the deadline to renew my Homecare worker credentials. This meant I went six weeks without pay, and to my devastation, I learned I would not receive any backpay for those lost hours. My landlord has been patient, but that’s waining quickly, I had promised I would receive back pay and come current with the rent. Now with this new revelation, I'm looking at almost three months of rent due and no answers in sight.

I'm at a complete loss. I'm desperately trying to keep it together as I push through the brain fog. I'm looking forward to ADHD treatment soon, and hopefully bringing my anxiety and depression to a low simmer, but right now I need help.

I’ve always been resourceful and too proud to ask for help, but I am reaching out now because I have no other option. Your support—whether it’s a kind word, a message, or a donation—means everything to me.

Every contribution will go directly toward paying our overdue rent and giving my family some sense of stability.

Your kindness will not only help us keep our home, but will also give me the emotional relief and hope I desperately need to begin my journey of healing and self-acceptance—as I wholeheartedly dive into this new chapter as a woman with late diagnosed ADHD. Crazy!

I thank you from my heart and soul for believing in me.

Big love, Peggy