Alexandria

Hi, my name is Alexandria, but most people call me Alexi. I am a single mom trying my best to rebuild a safe and stable life for my children after escaping a domestic violence situation earlier this year. In January, I survived being strangled 8–10 times. Walking away from that and choosing to start over from nothing was the hardest thing I have ever done — but I did it for my kids.  I bought an RV so we would have a roof over our heads, and I’ve been raising my three little ones completely on my own — my 5-year-old son, my 3-year-old daughter, and my 14-year-old sister who is in my care. Every day, I am doing everything in my power to give them stability, safety, and a chance at a better life.  My 5-year-old son has autism and status epilepticus, a severe form of epilepsy. He was diagnosed in December 2024 after his first seizure lasted over 10 minutes and required rescue medication to stop it. His seizures have remained unpredictable and dangerous ever since.  In February 2025, he suffered a seizure so severe that doctors told me he was close to slipping into a coma. That moment changed everything for me. Since then, I’ve lived in constant alert mode — always watching him, listening for changes in his breathing, praying the next seizure doesn’t become another medical emergency.  This month alone (November 2025), he has had 15–20 seizures, including cluster seizures, and we spent three days in the hospital. He struggled to return to baseline — even eating and drinking were difficult for him. Last month (October 2025), he had three seizures and was admitted then as well. We’re still trying different medications and doses to find something that will give him relief and stability.  Because his medical needs are so high, my life revolves around being alert, available, and ready to respond at any moment. I was recently accepted for a part-time job, but they are hesitant to schedule me consistently because of how often I need to rush him to the hospital. I understand their concerns, but it leaves us with almost no stable income.  To keep us afloat, I work Instacart and DoorDash; the only jobs that allow me to drop everything when my son needs emergency care. But when I tried to finance a safe, reliable vehicle, the banks refused to accept my gig-work income. They told me I need a cosigner, something I don’t have.  So right now, the only way I can get a dependable car is by coming up with a much larger down payment, something nearly impossible with constant medical emergencies, RV payments, and caring for three kids on my own.  A reliable car is not a luxury for us it is a lifeline.  It means: • Getting my son to emergency appointments and hospital visits • Being able to work Instacart and DoorDash to support us • Safe transportation for my daughter and my sister • Stability as I rebuild our lives after abuse. It is very hard for me to ask for help, but I’m at a place where I cannot do this alone. If you are able to donate or even share our story, you are helping keep my son safe and helping me provide for my children during the hardest chapter of our lives. Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. And thank you for being part of helping us rebuild.  — Alexi