My name is Katie, and for months, I have been living in a state of constant, quiet desperation. I am currently three states away in Sarasota, watching through a screen as the person who means the most to me fights a battle she shouldn’t have to fight alone. Laura isn't just my best friend; she is my sister by choice. When I lost my biological mother, her Mum became my anchor—she fed me, she raised me, and she loved me when I had no one else. Now, they are in a crisis in Tennessee that keeps me awake at night, paralyzed by the distance between us.

It is a helpless, hollow feeling to be stuck in Florida while the people you love are trapped. They are living in what I can only describe as a "death trap"—a home on a steep hill where concrete stairs act as a wall, keeping a woman in a wheelchair prisoner. I spend my days looking at my phone, terrified that I’ll get a call about a fire or an emergency, knowing that right now, Laura is the only one there to try and lift a wheelchair down those stairs. She shouldn't have to carry that weight alone. I need to be there to take that physical burden off her shoulders.

This distance is a wall I am desperate to break down. Every time I think about our Mum—a trained chef who sacrificed her career to keep us fed and is now "locked out" of her own kitchen because of a wheelchair—it feels like a physical weight on my chest. I am fighting to get out of Sarasota, to get up to Tennessee, and to finally be the hands and feet they need. I am a "little sister" who is ready to protect her "big sister," but the costs of uprooting my life and relocating to be their support system are a mountain I cannot climb without help.

We are working toward a future where we are fully independent. We are launching Ash and Oak Press, a media network designed to transform our struggle into a sustainable business that frees us from assistance forever. We want to build something substantial and lasting from the "ash" of this nightmare. But I cannot help her build that future from three states away. I need to get to them. I need to be in that new home, helping Mum back to the stove and supporting Laura in her studies, so she doesn't have to live in "survival mode" every second of the day.

I am reaching out for your help in bridging the gap between Florida and Tennessee. Your donations will go directly toward the costs of relocating me and settling me in, so I can step into my role as their caregiver and partner in this new life. She worked so we could eat, and now I am fighting to be by her side so she can finally cook again. Please help me get to my family. Any amount helps me break these chains of distance. If you are unable to donate, please share our story. Thank you for your heart, your prayers, and for helping me bring this family back together.