If y'all don't know me, I'm Jax, and oh man guys, I really hit the bad luck jackpot. Dad said that if it wasn't for my bad luck, I'd really have no luck at all. I'd have to agree because everything awful seemed to happen all at once for me and navigating it has been one heck of a ride. I don't even know WHERE to start my story~

I was actually at a really good place in my life before all this. I found myself at a good job with decent pay and was able to start saving for my future goals. I became a minimalist to cut any and all extra expenses and started living in an RV that I spent a year fully rehabbing by myself. Because of above said job, I parked my RV at my mom's house in Dogtown. Mom actually needs someone to help take care of her with her medical problems while she's getting older. I genuinely love the neighborhood and she had an available driveway! Perfect right?!

So! Life recap!: Good job! Taking care of my mother! Built my home w my own hands! I'm happy! I'm finally able to save a bit of money to reach my goal of owning a tiny bit of land and then BAM!...

✨"Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans."✨

Bullet points to make it easier to understand:

1) I just got done kayaking almost 20miles on my birthday! I love the outdoors and was feeling high on life.

After getting back home, I parked my car behind my RV, and not more than 2 hours later, it got stolen! I have video stills and finger prints, but STL cops don't care and never even came to take an in person report! I have clear pictures of all them, but the cops didn't even care... So now, I'm carless!

2) Then, not even a week later I was in my rental car when I got rear-ended at highway speeds! I have been told that I was at almost a dead stop? I am unsure if this is exactly what happened because I actually lost almost ALL memory of this day and a little before it. I can remember some small things from the day and the incident itself, but not much.

The reason I got rear-ended was because a man was road raging at me. I remember that I accidentally cut someone off because I thought there was a 2 lane exit onto another highway, but there wasn't. I did cut him off, and I fully realize that judgment I made was wrong, but he took it VERY personally. I remember him waving his gun out his window. He started driving along side me then in front of me, break checking me. I was confused and scared. I was just leaving work for the day and going to pick up Chinese food to go relax w my kitty cats until it was bed time. I had no idea what was about to happen.

Because I was rearended so hard by a huge truck, my head was thrown through the back passenger window causing me to be fully scalped. I now have 30+ staples in my head and many more sutures. Plus, I think because I was thrown, I somehow broke my back in 5 places along with my shoulder blade being shattered into a few pieces. The only other thing I remember is waking up, I was unconscious, sobbing in the back seat feeling my own blood pool around me as EMTs pulled me from the wreckage.

I remember pulling my phone out of my pocket and told an EMT my code and recited my dad's phone number(thanks for never changing it since I was a teenager dad) so I could tell him I loved him because I didn't know if I would ever be able to again. I listened to the EMTs call the emergency room and tell them I was critical and I just felt cold and the blood pooling making me colder.

So now I'm permanently in a back brace and sling for a very long time. I am unable to be alone for long except to sleep. I need help with every day things like showering or putting up my hair. I need people to cook for me and clean for me. I have lost all sense of independence and am in constant pain despite the cocktail of medications I'm on. I literally can't do much of anything else besides lay down or sit down, and that's it! I am fully disabled.

As you can see, there is no more trunk~

3) Because I was in such a traumatic accident, I couldn't stay in my RV. With the amount of care I need, I need to be closely watched so it was decided by my team that moving in to my dad's house was the best option for me. This means I had to leave the RV, and my precious kitties, in the care of my sickly mother.

I was just getting ready to sit outside after doing in home physical therapy when my dad got a call from my mom. They have been divorced since 94' so I knew if I wasn't called directly, it was bad... Apparently my RV was on fire. It was on fire and the fire department didn't show up for a while. Saving my entire world had to rest on the shoulders of the people of the neighborhood who tried their best with what they had, but it was far too late. It, and a good section of my mother's home, burnt to the ground. There is nothing left of my home. Absolutely nothing is salvageable. It's a total loss. I have lost everything I have. Absolutely everything.

5) My entire life that I built with my own hands is entirely gone. She was a 77' Itasca Seafarer, and I know she wasn't the prettiest on the outside, but it's the inside that counts right? I bought this RV and totally restored and remodeled the whole thing myself. I kept the outside a little rough because of the advice I got saying that people wouldn't think there was anything worthwhile to steal in it. The inside took me years to get it to the point it was at. It was beautiful and cozy and exactly what I wanted on the inside. I had made it a lovely, and comfortable home that was my absolute sanctuary. I really made something that I could take pride in and know that I provided a safe, comfortable, loving home for my 2 kitties as well! At least I thought it was a safe home for my 2 kitties... but no one could foresee this and it seems only one was pulled from the fire guys!

I physically could not be there because I was in too much pain that day, so all info I've gathered is second hand. Apparently Mr. Cat got pulled from the fire by a bystander and taken across the street to Fields Foods where the employees took care of my old man. Mr. Cat is 21 years old and has been through a lot in life. He's grizzled and knows exactly what to do and not to do in rough situations it seems. He's fearless, but unfortunately, my young, inexperienced kitty, Poggers, didn't manage to get grabbed by the people who saved my Mr. Cat. She's afraid of other people besides me and will never come to anyone besides me UNLESS you have a mousey to throw or waving a worm on a string for her to attack!

My beautiful, sweet, naive, skiddish, shy baby girl is missing guys. I'm unsure what to do. I'm so hopeful that she got out, but no witnesses said they saw her do so. I'm so beyond upset guys. This dumb silly cat was a huge part of my world. She made sure I was up every day and demanded to play fetch all day no matter what. She made sure I was alive every single day. She was my little caretaker while I struggled with taking care of myself. She's one of my best friends guys. I'm so lost.

I have nothing. I literally own nothing. I don't even own clothes or shoes or my art supplies or my sewing machine... I have NOTHING except myself and Mr. Cat (though my naive self is holding on to hope that Poggers made it through this as well).

I have been trying so hard to build a world that I love around me but all my efforts have burned to the ground. I'm disabled. I can't work. I'm homeless. I'm carless. pI'm missing one of the sweetest cats that I have ever encountered. I have nothing but my ability to beg for help and my Mr. Cat guys. I've reached a true rock bottom.

I have medical bills piling up already.

I have no car because it was stolen.

I had a moped but it got melted in the fire.

I had an RV, my home, but it too is a total loss.

Everything I owned, loved and needed is gone and I'm less than 3 weeks

out from a traumatic car accident.

Life been pretty rough.