UPDATE:
Due to your generosity, as of October 28th, Kaleia was able to pay off her therapy bill! Thank you for your support. 

*for more information, see the story below:

an S.O.S for Kaleia.

 

We know her as someone strong and confident, and even though she is those things, the past 2+ years have wreaked havoc on her mental health and general well-being.

 

Whether it be pride, or fear, she hasn’t publicly asked for help. But I am standing as a friend to the truth of her life, character, and survival as someone who has seen what she’s been walking through.

 

I’m writing as a witness because a lot of times people don’t believe survivors, and Kaleia is one. You might see her pretty pictures online; I’ve seen her hiding in closets trying to get out words but couldn’t because of the amount of grief and pain in her cries. You might’ve seen her singing on a stage; I’ve seen her completely rock and cower in trauma, disassociate because of crippling PTSD, and fight to the point of exhaustion with the effects of flashbacks.

 

Just over two years ago, we almost lost Kaleia due to the effects of complex trauma. A lot of professional help and growth has happened since then, but I share that to state the severity of what she’s been through, and to testify that practical help is needed.

 

These are her recent words sent to me, and it bears repeating:

 

“For the past 2 years I have been living with friends, living out of my car and picking up jobs here and there while the only industry I’ve ever known and worked in was shut down by the pandemic. Sometimes working with domestic violence shelters for help and support.

 

“I’ve been working my butt off to get healthy and survive, fighting every day to believe that this world is a beautiful place, that I have a purpose in it, that I am loved and valued…to quiet the contempt, abuse and lie that I am in fact, the problem, fighting the shredding effect of gaslighting that turned out to be intentional psychological warfare. Fighting in spite of my utter belief in the lie, that I am unlovable as my mother and my husband told me I was my whole life.

 

I’ve made amazing new friends, I’ve lost old friends, and the friends that have walked through this with me truly know me. I trust and believe in the goodness of people, often more than they deserve.

 

When the financial abuse started, I got on the road. I’ve seen 18 National Parks because I told myself, “Today, I will see something beautiful, I’ll die tomorrow…. Today’s not the day, I have to see the parks before I die.” I’ve seen colors I didn’t know existed in nature, been so humbled by creation, tasted the salt and seen the light at the lowest point of my world- Literally and symbolically.

 

In the middle of the dessert I started to respect and admire myself. I decided that I was strong, that I was not crazy like they told me I was. I found my core values; I gave up on the things I thought I needed to make me happy. I saw my beauty reflected back at me for the first time in the creation that I am a part of.

 

I have been doing my best to escape my abusive relationship with grace and as little damage to my life as possible.

 

I don’t want to tell the story of the horrors and hardship of escaping a pathological liar and Cluster B Personality. I want to have my privacy and no longer feel like I have to prove myself. I have recordings, witnesses and professionals that have been involved. I’m transparent and open, but I don’t want to recount the morbid truths to prove that broken people exist- to prove the trope that “they seemed like such a nice guy” because superficial charm is a primary characteristic in Narcissism, Psychopathy, and Sociopaths.

 

I just want to start over.

 

I want pay back the people who have helped me. My therapist that is still deferring payments, and the friends who didn’t charge me rent.

 

I want to pay off my medical dept. The brain scan that proves the injury to my brain from the years of cortisol and stress and provided a proper diagnosis of PTSD and neurodivergence.

 

I want to have enough money for a down-payment for an apartment since my credit is ruined by the divorce.

 

I want buy furniture because he took it all.

 

I let him have it to save myself from the risk of my share of the over $90 grand in debt he ran up without my knowledge (a lot of which was to pay for his secrets and affair).

 

I took the bare minimum which is not enough to live, because of my integrity and principles, I’ve stayed single because marriage means something to me. Because one day I want to get married again and I want to be trust worthy, because it’s not how you start but how you end things shows the truth of who you are. Because vengeance is not for me to take and character matters.

 

In a world where miracles exist, want to pay off my miracle car, the car he punished me for getting because he didn’t have one, so he has made live in it. She has carried me all over the country and I love her.

 

I also want to change my name. The state of Florida can only restore my Maiden name, and I haven’t been her since I was a child. After all of the abuse I want a name I chose: Ayelett, It means New beginnings, new morning.

 

The rest…. I can do. I can work hard and make my life a beacon of hope and healing, proof that there’s a God, that you are also Loved.

 

I do everything I can to leave everyone better than how I found them.

 

But I’m in over my head. I’m overwhelmed, I’m afraid. I’m infantilized and having to relearn basic adult skills from the brain injury and the fact that was kept in the dark about so much. I’m fighting my PTSD, it’s really hard. I’m so tired of being alone in this.

 

I’ve been afraid of it defining me, of being labeled broken, of losing connection for telling the truth because that has been my history.

 

I am good soil. I work hard to be. Integrity and growth are at the core of who I am. I work hard to turn my nightmares and lessons into good fruit for others to glean.

 

Honestly, I’m not strong.

I’m just hard to kill.

 

But, I have to admit I need help. I’ve been carrying this weight for 2 years in the shadows waiting for the right time to ask. Waiting for the legal safety away from his financial control.

 

I’m asking now.

I want to have options.

I want to be free.”

 

Guys, Kaleia has been my friend for 14 years. I was one of the people she stayed with for a few months at a time. I’ve watched her choose life, love, and the Lord despite everything she’s lost. She’s never numbed her pain; she’s prayed over the people who have hurt her most, and has worked tirelessly through grief and pain still building up people around her: friends, acquaintances, and even strangers. She has overcome more obstacles than most people do in a lifetime, and to be honest, I’m just glad she’s alive. Her life is proof that there’s a God because for her to even be remotely functional and in sound mind, despite everything, is a miracle. She puts on a strong front, and even though there’s been much progress, her capacity has been little to none. I’ve seen her at her lowest and watched her pick herself up even when it just her and Jesus. At the end of the day, I’d love for you to partner with me in showing Kaleia that we’ve got her back. She needs space and resources so she can continue to heal and start over again without the weight of what these past few years have cost her; it’s been her life… and she deserves to get it back. Anything you can give will help.

 

IMMEDIATE/ MOST IMPORTANT NEEDS:

-Medical debt (Deadline): $5000

-Deferred payment for therapist and rent to those who have helped house: $3500

 

NEED/HOPE

-Down payment (first and last) with some starter furniture and car registered in a new place that’s not her car.

 

HOPE:

-$$$ for official name change

-extra to go towards a few other debts to get out of the hole and the car

 

If you have social platform, a church, or any means of getting this out, even if you can’t give, please feel free to share- a little bit from a lot of people goes a long way.

 

If you’d prefer to Bless her directly:

 

Venmo: $KaleiaTV

CashApp: $KaleiaTV