Help the Mitchell Family Restart Their Life

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The Back Story:

Hi, I am Vee and I finally accepted that I can not save everyone. I finally have had enough of being belittled, yelled at, disrespected and abused mentally & emotionally. I finally became exhausted with the senseless, juvenile arguments about foolish things. I finally got tired of "walking on egg shells" most of the time. I finally decided to practice {for myself} what I preach {for others} - to protect my peace, my mental health and my emotional health at all costs.

For the past 5 years, I have lived with someone that I loved, cared about and just wanted to help him heal his soul from past trauma. Often during wild arguments, I would tell him that he reminded me so much of the old version of me: experiencing a mental health crisis and being in denial about it, being angry all of the time, being unkind and hurtful to the ones closest to me, yelling at the top of my lungs and initiating arguments out of the blue, displaying severe narcissistic tendacies, freely saying hurtful things, and adamently proclaiming that everyone else is always wrong. Because I knew all too well how these thoughts, feelings and behaviors can warp one's sensabilities in the worst way, I chose empathy in dealing with him and his damaging ways. I had this idea to save him, guide him and praise him through his healing journey as I wanted so bad for someone to do for me almost 10 years ago... (deep sigh).

Then tonight, for what feels like the millionth time, he yelled and argued for me to "get outta his house!" I knew the day was fast approaching where my spirit would finally be too weary to continue on with him in this manner. I just wanted more time to "get my things in order," ya know? To repair my credit after having to short-sale my own home as recent as May of this year. Time to build a thriving business as a coach, speaker and author. Time to end this relationship peacefully. After threatening me (again) to begin the process of evicting me from his home, and repeating for hours for me to "not share the same roof with him tonight", I finally accepted his alternate offer of paying up a hotel stay for a month. So as of 1:30am, my oldest daughter and I are checked into our new residence for the next 30 days. We have a few suit cases of clothes, shoes and toiletries, and any other personal items that we could think to grab with such short notice. We are in shock, in disbelief, deeply disappointed and overall relieved.

As a Mother, I am exhausted, mentally and emotionally drained, physically tired (but can't sleep) and fighting the good fight to protect my mental health. I mean, I am the visionary behind the "Mental Health is Sexy.'TM brand after all! A brand that I created to make the attainment & sustainment of mental health an alluring, attractive and desirable thing! A brand I created to raise mental health awareness! A brand that I create social media content for and vend at public events to share my brand story! Cue an episode of imposter syndrome at any time!!!!! (ARGH!)

The Cautionary Tale:

I messed up big time. I did not prepare for a rainy day in my relationship. I did not have the proverbial "secret stash" piled up somewhere that would prevent me from being and feeling so arse out right now. I am an educated woman in my early 40s, building out my dream of having a thriving mental health awareness brand, continuously working on personal development while teaching the masses that they can beat depression without medication. I am all of these amazing things and more; however, I gave myself and my trust completely to a man that was not spiritually, mentally nor emotionally yoked with me. I thought my love, patience, humility, life experiences, empathy and professional skill sets would encourage him to want to heal his soul, pursue personal growth and appreciate me for working with and beside him. I often took blame for many imaginary scenarios in an effort to keep the peace. I did all of this and blindly put trust into this "good guy"; and as a result, I am now financially unprepared to move on with my life after being aggressively kicked out of his home.

The Ask:

My daughter and I need some help. We need some amazing human beings to help us to quickly and permanently reclaim our lives after such a series of traumatic events. I have owned my own home since 2005, then moved in with him in 2016, and finally completed a short sale of my home this year. I say all that to say this, I do not know exactly what current relocation costs are (because I have not needed to seriously research these such things in a while). Because of this, I just put an arbitrary amount on this campaign. What I DO know is that this is my (our) time to start anew, and work even harder to build out my business and, subsequently, perform my Divine work of helping as many people as possible to believe in their ability to heal themselves from past trauma and beat depression, without medication. We need your help to get out of this hotel before our days run out and into a new space that we may call our own! Create new memories. Cultivate positive energy. Make our new space a warm and inviting home. The time is now 4:16am on Saturday, August 14th. I have been awake since 8:03am, Friday, August 13th. I am an honest and trustworthy woman that made a series of mistakes for "Love" and have exposed my daughter to this mess. We deserve a fresh start and I am committed to the best version of that from this moment forward, We really would appreciate your help with this endeavor.

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