It humbles me and demands a lot of vulnerability writing these words, and for the first time asking for help. My name is Sarah, I’m indépendant and a “do it all by myself” kind of person but I am checking my pride at the door and reaching out for any help as I need it more now than ever.

I am creating this platform to get me and my dog back on our feet after we’ve got the rug pulled from under our feet fast, unexpectedly, and alone in a different country. I am hoping to raise enough to be able to get myself the help I need with a professional to start treating and healing from the PTSD I suffered here. I am also dealing with unexpected costs related to immigration laws in extending a visa to be able to help serve justice in a serious federal investigation to which I am a key witness to and victim of. My dog and I haven’t had a stable place to call our own in months and I was made aware there is no ressources offered to us while I decided to stay here to keep fighting the good fight and helping justice being served.

I’ve had my bank account emptied, possessions stolen from me and my peace of mind ripped away by someone I met while on a trip to Florida last year. A simple date ended up in a marriage proposal months later, which at the time I believed was true love but quickly turned into domestic violence, abuse of all kind and a brutal reality check that I was only brought here on false promises and to be used and abused.

It left me alone in another country, having to fend for myself and to build up

the courage to speak up about what I’ve lived through , what’s been done to me and my dog and all the wrongdoing I’ve witnessed which was a clear threat to the community.

I had to fight to be heard and being taken seriously and even was denied an injunction order after walking into the country court house with multiple serious incident reports, including one stating a police officer finding a tracking device under my care and another about receiving verbal death threats in a public place with witnesses presents at the incident. This denial for safety I clearly needed nearly cost me my life as I was being hunted like an animal by who I used to think was “the one”.

I was finally able to escape months ago after a third degree attempt by strangulation. Instead of running back to my country for safety I made the choice to stay and speak up about what’s been happening to me and my dog for months and everything I’ve witnessed living with him for months, fully knowing the consequences of doing so. But I also knew that he was a real threat to a society and beautiful place full of kind people whom I am so grateful for. They deserved safety just as much as I did. It would have been a matter of time before myself or someone else get seriously injured or killed at his hands.

My story made the news on local television and was shared thousands of times on social media to my surprise. My 6 months visitor visa turned into an extension of possibly a year long while this now Federal investigation is taking greater proportions as they’re uncovering more informations and have proofs in hands of the wrongs that’s been done not only to me but to others. He is now in jail and already have violated his bond within days of making bail coming looking for me with ill intents so it’s fair to say this community and I are safe from him for a very long time now.

My pup Hammy and I haven’t had a stable place to call home in months. This investigation which may take up to a year until sentencing is requiring me to stay here down in Florida to help federal agencies serve justice for the crimes committed and for myself. I will not be granted a visa for victim of human trafficking or victim of violent crime until final sentencing.

I have been notified that I am not eligible for any help getting me with a psychiatrist to start treatments and handle the severe PTSD that has resulted from this. Neither there was any help available to me get me through this year here of waiting and showing up for trials and taking a stand in front of the very person who’s abused me, hunt me and nearly killed me.

Staying here to do the right thing not only for myself, but for a whole community, without any financial help or a temporary work visa to help me help myself get back on my feet, feed my dog, start to heal from the traumas and having some sense of a normal life after this is taking its toll on me and putting my back against the wall and I’m losing hope a little more every day for a normal life again. But I keep fighting the good fight and I keep the faith.

i cannot express how grateful I am for the amazing people I’ve met here that have offered me comfort when I needed it most, that have listened to me without judgement, and who have opened their door to me and my dog knowing what situation we were stuck into. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for them and I’ll forever be grateful more than any words can express.

I am, for the first time, writing my whole story, no pride no ego, asking for help for Hammy and I while we try to take it one day at a time and not lose hope for the future and the battle ahead with every court dates to come, reliving the events with each one.

my dog and I need a sense of comfort where I have a chance at healing, a place to call home until justice is served and above all the help being seen by a professional as this has taken a serious toll on me and I wish for my peace back one day and feeling like myself again, smile, laugh, get back to surfing, finding back the me that’s hungry for passion in life and is present with an open heart in every moments.

im incredibly grateful for any and all donations, small or large, it would mean so much to my pup and I. I stand with the choice I made to stay here and help fight the good fight knowing it would be hard. But nothing good ever comes easy.

As a tattoo artist with awards under my belt I will randomly select one person per month to send a pieces of art I create to help me keep sane in chaos or a free tattoo depending on the location.

I want to thank anyone who’s taken time out of their busy lives to read my story as it was hard to write. And even harder to ask for the help we desperately need right away.

I’m grateful I’m alive, I’m grateful he will never hard another woman again or anyone in any way. And I’m grateful for everyone who’s willing to help us make it while we do what’s right.

Again, thank you. Beyond grateful for any help