Me Escape a Lifetime of Abuse and Build a Future of Healing

Hello, my name is Annie Jardine Vilō, and I’m writing this as a final, desperate plea for help. I have endured 30 years of unimaginable abuse—raised by a narcissistic mother whose control and cruelty shaped my entire childhood, and further harmed by two older men who exploited my vulnerability.

I am a vulnerable, disabled woman living completely isolated and alone, trapped in the very city where my abusers remain. I have no way of accessing my support network in Sheffield because my disabilities prevent me from using public transport alone. A significant portion of my debt has come from paying for taxis during ongoing crises—just to reach the only people who can help me hold on.

I’m drowning in debt—two maxed-out overdrafts, a maxed-out credit card, Klarna and Clearpay debts, and personal loans I have no way of repaying. My electricity bill is climbing, and I’m terrified of how I’ll survive the next few weeks.

On top of this, I’m battling multiple health conditions and disabilities:

Autism and ADHD, which make navigating daily life overwhelming.

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Complex PTSD (CPTSD), and PMDD, leaving me in constant emotional and physical crisis.

IBD and asthma, which add to the ongoing strain on my body.

Chronic insomnia, developed after being sexually assaulted while asleep multiple times.

I have survived repeated sexual violence—assaulted as a teenager, a young adult, and as an adult. Some of these assaults happened while I was asleep, which has left me unable to rest properly for years. Even the men I thought I loved violated my trust. And once, while on the maximum dosage of mirtazapine to try to find rest, my own mother beat me for oversleeping.

I’m also battling addiction, a desperate coping mechanism for relentless trauma. I’ve long wanted to enter rehab, but my family never supported me. Because of my disabilities, the complex systems needed to access funded rehab feel impossible to navigate alone.

But despite all of this, I want to live. I want to heal. And I am not giving up.

I am surrendering myself to recovery. Despite severe agoraphobia, I’m preparing to attend painful group sessions. I will document my drug use, work toward reducing it, and fight every day for my sobriety—even as I carry the unbearable weight of recent trauma.

I also have three emotional support cats and two support rabbits who are my family, my comfort, and my lifeline. They have kept me alive through my darkest moments, and I am doing everything I can to continue caring for them. Your support will also help ensure their safety and wellbeing as we walk this healing journey together.

With your kindness and support, I believe I can reclaim my life and build the future I’ve always dreamed of:

To move back to Sheffield as soon as possible, where my support network is, and where true healing can begin.

To finish my degree and train as a therapist or psychiatrist, helping others escape cycles of narcissistic abuse and trauma.

To access life-saving therapy and rehab so I can heal from addiction and decades of suffering.

To learn to drive and finally gain the independence and freedom that’s always been denied to me.

To continue caring for my beloved emotional support animals—my family—who have kept me going when I had nothing left.

To take my family and abusers to court and seek justice for the harm they have caused. This will require emotional, financial, and therapeutic support to survive the legal process and stand strong in the face of it.

To one day build a peaceful, self-sustaining farm in Canada—selling fresh baking and cooking products, handmade candles, cards, and crafts. A life filled with love, creativity, and community.

I know times are incredibly hard for everyone right now. The cost-of-living crisis is real, and many of us are just trying to survive each day. If you’re unable to donate, I completely understand—but please, if you can, share my story with others who might be able to help. Even that small act could change my life.

All I want is to live a life that is truly my own—to reclaim my power, my safety, and my future. But in a capitalist society where survival itself comes with a price, I find myself trapped by the very systems that should offer support. I am asking for help because no one should have to fight this hard just to stay alive.

Thank you for reading my truth. Thank you for believing that even after the darkest nights, dawn can still come.