Hello everyone! My name is Bailee and I am 25 years old. I am in desperate need of any financial help I can get and many prayers. I am currently being evicted from my home in a town I hardly know. Here are a few reasons why I am DESPERATELY in need of any assistance. I will try to keep it short as there has been so much in such a short period of time. I will share some of this so you know the seriousness of it. This is very hard for me to do this but at the same time just talking about it publically helps me heal and be a survivor and not a victum anymore. I recently became a single mom to a beautiful 2 year old little girl. On April 22, 2025 I was at work when I recieved a call from my childs father. Once I answered, he proceeded to tell me that he had just physically assaulted our daughter and he had just called the authorities on himself. He proceeded to tell me that I needed to come home immediately. My mind was stressed as I was 30 minutes away and so many thoughts running through my head. I immmediately got home as safe as I possibly could. As I was pulling up to my home the only thing I saw my daughter standing at the bottom of our driveway with no shoes on in the care of two amazing officers. I hurried out of my car and rushed to her as quick as I possibly could, picked her up, and held her tightly in my arms. I was relieved but yet totally in shock. I felt relief knowing my baby girl was alive and well but yet my mind was completely overwelmed with grief trying to process what had just happened. I was emotionally distraught and could barely speak with the officers. Her Father had ran from the residence and officers were concerned for our safety and his safety due to the nature of the situation. Basically they were in persuit of an armed and dangereous indivdual on their end. They immediately had My daughter and myself safely escorted to the nearest intercection. This is where we were met by the EMTs and ambulance. At that point we were transported to the closest hopsital so she could be evaluated. After us spending several hours at that hospital, they decided to transport us to Children's Hospital for a more in depth evaluation. After over nine long, emotional hours, two hospitals, scans and MANY tests later, she was cleared. They finally released us and I was able to take my baby girl home. From the moment I recieved that call that day my whole world turned upside down. My childs father and I have been together for 5 years, married for 3. He has struggled with different mental health issues our entire relationship , but never truly acknowledged the fact that he needed help. In the past five years he has been in and out of psychiatric facilities, Its been a good seven or eight times. There has been three times he has attempted to take his own life, all of which I have witnessed. There was one last episode though, which was while I was 9 months pregnant with our daughter and he was almost fully successful. I sat by his side in a hospital for days watching his body being cooled, tubes coming from all parts of body including his throat. I was told there is more than a 50% chance he will never be able to talk again or even remember who I was. He did however proceed to phyically ,mentality, and emotionally abuse me as soon as he was released from the hospital . It wasn't till being separated from him, that I realized I was even being mistreated so bad. I saw that I truly was in a DV situation. Prior to this at 6 months pregnant he was enlisting in the Navy, and we quickly decided to elope so my daughter and I could be with him. He failed keeping it together to stay in the Navy and that too added to his decline. Just two months after giving birth to our daughter though things declined. He was on and off his medications, was going from job-to-job, not being able to hold one down. I had to do something and be able to care for my daughter, while being able to have her with me. The only thing on my mind was providing a good life for my daughter, unlike what I had. I decided I would start my own cleaning company . Cleaning is something I've always had a true passion for. I love being able to help others bring peace and comfort to their homes. I just wanted to finally have something of my own that I could be proud of and something my daughter could be involved with and be proud of her mommy. It was going pretty good until he told me he wanted to be the main provider for our family and to hold off on my own business for a while. It was just taking off at the time and I was heartbroken about it but I didn't want any more animosity so I just stepped back from it and let him do what he wanted. That didn't go well at all due to the fact that he refused to take his medications. He could not hold a job for more than a couple months at time. He was always reassuring me that things were fine and he was fine with out the meds. I didn't know any better. I was in a town I barely knew, no resources, no family, no friends, no support. We moved here and moved in with his grandparents due to a very toxic unhealthy situation that was going on with my family. I was consistently stressed out because of the up and down behavior. I found myself having the same conversation with him over and over again. I started to think I should work and him stay home with our daughter. I had never seen any negativity with him and our daughter, he was always good with her and was the first person to hold her when she was born. I thought maybe the job thing was too much on his mental health, but he refused to listen to my advice time and time again. We were consistently financially struggling, but once he got incarcerated, it got so much worse. I WAS LEFT WITH EVERYTHING. The car payment, insurance, credit cards, gas, water, electric, sewage, rent, necessities, food, diapers and wipe. EVERYTHING just handed to me in one day. I had a little bit of money saved when he went in, but this only lasted a short time. I am someone who does not like to ask for help with anything. It was truly the hardest thing for me to get on the internet and ask for financial help. Although at this point in time, I truly have no idea what else to do. I don't want my baby girl and I living on the streets. My daughter has been through so much already, I don't want to see her go through this. Her dad is gone and she watches her mom struggle everyday. The positive note is I have since had the strength to leave him and seek the help I need. He is now getting some help on his own in the system too. This unfortunately doesn't pay the bills or put food on the table. These shelters are scary and traumatic. I have no relationship or contact with anyone in my family. Brandon's family doesn't check on us and its really just me and her. I am working as much as I can in the seven hours she is at school. I have to try to fit in grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, trying to take care of myself also. I am just completely beyond overwhelmed at this point. I am 5 months behind on rent and have an EVICTION notice to be out on the 25th of this month. I had savings to go towards what I owed but then I had a few car problems in between and all my savings went to that. I was told by the landlord that if I am unable to get caught up, the sheriff will be at my door to put us out with all our stuff, and just a car to put it in. I just had the only other vehicle I had just repossessed because I was unable to make the payments. That had been our most reliable car as the one I have now is 25 years old and is on its last days. I am behind on quite a few bills and they just keep on racking up. I'm just so lost and feel so beyond defeated. This is my last reach out for help or even services that may help me with catching up on all the bills and rent. I am quite stable now with a solid job and only if I could catch up I could make it just fine. I was hesitant to do this in the first place because I don't want anyone to judge me or feel like I am trying to get pity. I am coming from a true, genuine heart. The reality is I'm doing this all alone, and I'm learning how to do so. I feel it's okay to ask for help when it's absolutely needed. This is truly an emergency. Its terribly hard out here and I just want to make sure I have my home saved. My daughter deserves this and we are still in the process of healing. If you are unable to donate, that is completely okay. Prayers are needed as well. Even just a dollar helps. Please, please just share this with anyone you know so that I am able to keep a roof over my baby's head and get back up on my feet. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. God bless!