About Me

Hello, my name is Cassie, and I’m 34 years old. I’m reaching out for help during one of the most difficult and important moments of my life. My journey has been long, painful, and complicated — but I am fighting to change my future.

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My Story

My struggles began early. I started drinking at age 12, then smoking weed, and by 14 I was introduced to meth — the substance that became my greatest battle. My mother tried to get me help, even sending me to treatment in Oregon, but the trauma I carried kept pulling me back into addiction.

I entered the foster care system as a teenager, and while there, I became pregnant. At 18, I had an emergency C-section. My baby girl survived, but she had hydrocephalus and required immediate brain surgery. We lived in Children’s Hospital for three months until she was strong enough to go home.

When she was almost two, I was a single mother doing my best despite unstable circumstances. One night, I asked my mom to watch her so I could get a break. I told her I wouldn’t be returning that night. I didn’t abandon her — I stayed in her life — but the lifestyle I was trapped in made it unsafe for her to be with me full-time. I wanted what was best for her, even when I wasn't capable of being my best self.

I continued struggling with addiction from ages 19 to 34. In August 2025, after one too many close calls, I decided I couldn’t keep living the way I was. A friend told me there was a chance to get into treatment in California, and I grabbed it.

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Treatment Attempts — and Setbacks

I spent 16 days in Palmdale, CA, working hard on my sobriety. Then I was abruptly told my insurance was invalid. They flew me back to Washington with last-minute notice.

Once back in Washington, I made it to 23 days clean.

Then I was told that if I wanted to re-enter treatment, I needed to use again before returning.

So I did — and I went back to treatment on November 13, 2025.

I was placed at Bright Path Recovery, where a medication reaction left me unable to move or speak. Instead of giving me medical care, staff splashed water on me in a bathtub and put me to bed. I no longer felt safe there.

I was transferred to Montare Behavioral Health, but again, the insurance issues continued. Eventually, while preparing to get resources so I could remain in California, I was then told I was being put on a plane back to Washington — where I knew I’d soon relapse.

I, needless to say, refused to get on that plane.

Now I’m 26 days sober, stuck in California, alone, but determined to stay clean.

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❤️ Why I’m Asking for Help

I desperately want to continue my treatment and stay in California until I am strong enough to return home safely. But I need valid insurance and basic support to keep going.

My Goal: $1,000

This will help cover:

A premium insurance plan

Medication and support services

Basic needs while I remain in recovery

I have come too far to give up now. I am fighting for my life, my future, and the hope that one day I can be the healthy, steady mom my daughter deserves.

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How You Can Help

Any donation — even a few dollars — helps me stay in treatment, stay safe, and stay sober.

If you can’t donate, please share my story.

Your support could be the reason I make it through this.

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Final Words

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

I’ll continue to update my journey through Facebook.

I may be stuck, but I am not giving up.

And if you’re struggling too… If I can do this, you can too!

— Cassie Wise