Help support Michele's Road to Recovery

Hello friends and kind-hearted strangers,

My name is Michele Yates, and I am reaching out for your support during this very challenging time in my life. 4 years ago, during the pandemic I had a terrible life threatening stroke that paralyzed the left side of my body. Currently, I am living in a nursing home that has unfortunately proven to be a horrible environment where I experience daily emotional, medical, and physical neglect. They simply are not interested in my well-being or my recovery. Furthermore, they are refusing to provide the necessary and mandatory physical therapy I have been prescribed by my neurologist. I have been told many times by my neurologist that if "I can obtain constant physical therapy I will be able to heal and walk again." Nothing is more frustrating than living in a nursing home where I am being denied the care and support I need and deserve. Furthermore, my parents have both passed away in recent years and I do not have any family to help or support me.I'm only 53 years old and have so much more life to live I am determined and posses the faith and courage to change my circumstances and embark on a journey toward recovery and healing, but I truly need your help.

Due to my current situation, I am unable to access the proper physical therapy and medical care I need to recover and improve my quality of life. Moving into a safer, more supportive home environment is the first crucial step toward receiving the therapy and care I need.

How You Can Help:

• Donate: I understand times are tough and asking for assistance us a huge ask right now while so many are hurting during these challenging times.Any amount you can give will make a difference and be deeply appreciated.

• Share: Please share this campaign with your friends, family, and social networks to help spread the word.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness and support. Together, we can make a significant difference in my life and help me take the first steps on my road to recovery.

With gratitude, Michele Yates

A Feedom Fighter's cry

Each day I rise, though the weight feels immense, A warrior in this struggle, relentless and intense. The shadows may whisper, urging me to cease, But deep within, I summon strength and peace.

I march through the darkness, despite the despair, A stroke freedom fighter, with courage laid bare. In the silence of struggle, my heart beats strong, I defy the odds, where others might think I don’t belong.

Lonely this battle, yet I refuse to yield, For each step forward, another wound is healed. Hope flickers like a beacon, guiding my way, In this endless night, I find the will to stay.

Though some days I falter, and tears blur my sight, I remember the dawn, how it follows the night. So I fight on with fervor, refusing to die, A stroke freedom fighter, I reach for the sky.

For within me lies power, unbroken, untamed, In this fight for my freedom, my spirit's unclaimed. I rise, I endure, through the pain and the strife, With every heartbeat, I reclaim my life.