Funeral Costs for Caitlin Alaya
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I am still struggling to find the right words for this so please bear with me...
My beautiful mother Caitlin Alaya committed suicide on the 31st of October and to help cover funeral costs I have set up this GoFundMe page, my mother was a single woman and I am her only child. We have no savings and no funeral cover, this is my cry for help.
Over the years she has struggled with many mental and physical illnesses including,
Post traumatic stress disorder
Cysts, polyps and tumors in her uterus
Fibromyalgia (which is an auto immune condition that has caused her to spend the last few years in severe pain every damn day.)
Throughout my mums life she was molested, raped, beaten, drugged, recieved elector shock treatment which all but destroyed her memory, she was stolen from, talked down to, judged and ridiculed. And yet she didn't touch alcohol, she never did drugs, she wasn't rude to others or unkind, she opened her heart and her home to anyone in need. Her pain and suffering still destroying her everyday while she tried to fix others.
My mother was the strongest woman I know, and my heart aches with the thought of not being able to give her the service and send off she deserves. She never owned her own home, her cars were always second hand. You can see where I am getting at here, we were not by any means 'well off' we barely made ends meet. She had a credit card with $24,000 debt, no life savings, no super, no life insurance that covers suicide. I am stuck. So here I will beg and pray that I can raise some funds to give her what she deserves.
-Read below for a brief description of the circumstances surrounding her passing-
On the 26th of October my mum Caitlin Alaya lost her best friend and service cat named Hope, Hope was my mums reason to get up in the mornings, whilst battling her ptsd breakdowns and depression Hope was always by her side, loving her, supporting her and showing her the affection my mum so desperately needed to feel. Hope passed away in my mothers arms she was 3 years old. My mum attempted suicide on the 25th at around 4-5am, she had overdosed on her fibromyalgia medication (Lyrica) and had cut her own wrist quite deep through muscle tissue, the paramedics collected her and took her to footscray hospital where she stayed in Resus 1 for several hours, throughout this time my mum was sleeping, barely lucid and required firm jabs and pinches by nurse staff to awaken. Whilst she slept a doctor examined her wrist and decided he would stitch it while she was asleep but that it would be fine to leave it for now as the bleeding had mostly stopped, later a psych came in and briefly spoke to me expressing that he would come by and see her when she was more awake. Time went by and she was taken to a different bed in another ward and by this point they had assured me they would be stitching her wrist soon and that she just needed to continue to sleep. I went home to get some sleep, shower and change clothes etc. By sunday she was back at home burying her cat. It still baffles me how they could let her leave, someone so obviously in pain...
On Monday the 29th of October she picked me and my kitten up from my house to stay a night with her, we watched NCIS and ate strawberris dipped in chocolate and it was wonderful. We spoke very little about the events that had occured on the saturday prior, we just enjoyed eachother company and she assured me she was going fo be okay and that she loved me, little did I know this was her saying Goodbye.
I am already crying as I write this, she drove me home on tuesday the 30th, and she said goodbye to me for the last time.
That night she texted me that she loved me and was proud of me, I began to feel that something was wrong, I attempted to call her that evening to no avail. Straight to voicemail. The following day i called and texted several times still nothing. By thursday morning I contacted the police and asked them to do a welfare check. This is where they go to the persons house to ensure they are ok. I was assured I would be called back once completed but by almost 10pm at night I had heard nothing, so i called the Altona North police station again, this time a lovely woman answered and she was very understanding and upset also that 1. No check had been done and 2. No one had called me. She sent someone out within the hour, I am told that they entered the neighbours backyard and jumped the fence into my mums backyard, let it be noted my mums backyard is tiny, the size of someones front porch. They said all the lights were on inside but no one was home. This had me freaking out. That evening we began the process of listing her as a missing person, I signed forms at my local police station for a media release and began to beg for any information. On saturday I was shopping in kmart with my boyfriend and best friend when I decided to quickly call for an update. I was told over the phone that mum had been found. Dead. In her backyard. The same backyard the police apparently jumped into, where she was found was right next to the back door, impossible not to see her if you consider the light that would of shone from the lights inside the house. I am told they think she was out there as long back as wednesday. My mum, my beautiful mum sat out in the elements alone. If only that original welfare check had occured, she would of been found earlier.
I am her daughter, a 20year old, unemployed girl that suffers from mental health issues. My only stable income is the centrelink disability pension.
Again, I beg for support.
My beautiful mother Caitlin Alaya committed suicide on the 31st of October and to help cover funeral costs I have set up this GoFundMe page, my mother was a single woman and I am her only child. We have no savings and no funeral cover, this is my cry for help.
Over the years she has struggled with many mental and physical illnesses including,
Post traumatic stress disorder
Cysts, polyps and tumors in her uterus
Fibromyalgia (which is an auto immune condition that has caused her to spend the last few years in severe pain every damn day.)
Throughout my mums life she was molested, raped, beaten, drugged, recieved elector shock treatment which all but destroyed her memory, she was stolen from, talked down to, judged and ridiculed. And yet she didn't touch alcohol, she never did drugs, she wasn't rude to others or unkind, she opened her heart and her home to anyone in need. Her pain and suffering still destroying her everyday while she tried to fix others.
My mother was the strongest woman I know, and my heart aches with the thought of not being able to give her the service and send off she deserves. She never owned her own home, her cars were always second hand. You can see where I am getting at here, we were not by any means 'well off' we barely made ends meet. She had a credit card with $24,000 debt, no life savings, no super, no life insurance that covers suicide. I am stuck. So here I will beg and pray that I can raise some funds to give her what she deserves.
-Read below for a brief description of the circumstances surrounding her passing-
On the 26th of October my mum Caitlin Alaya lost her best friend and service cat named Hope, Hope was my mums reason to get up in the mornings, whilst battling her ptsd breakdowns and depression Hope was always by her side, loving her, supporting her and showing her the affection my mum so desperately needed to feel. Hope passed away in my mothers arms she was 3 years old. My mum attempted suicide on the 25th at around 4-5am, she had overdosed on her fibromyalgia medication (Lyrica) and had cut her own wrist quite deep through muscle tissue, the paramedics collected her and took her to footscray hospital where she stayed in Resus 1 for several hours, throughout this time my mum was sleeping, barely lucid and required firm jabs and pinches by nurse staff to awaken. Whilst she slept a doctor examined her wrist and decided he would stitch it while she was asleep but that it would be fine to leave it for now as the bleeding had mostly stopped, later a psych came in and briefly spoke to me expressing that he would come by and see her when she was more awake. Time went by and she was taken to a different bed in another ward and by this point they had assured me they would be stitching her wrist soon and that she just needed to continue to sleep. I went home to get some sleep, shower and change clothes etc. By sunday she was back at home burying her cat. It still baffles me how they could let her leave, someone so obviously in pain...
On Monday the 29th of October she picked me and my kitten up from my house to stay a night with her, we watched NCIS and ate strawberris dipped in chocolate and it was wonderful. We spoke very little about the events that had occured on the saturday prior, we just enjoyed eachother company and she assured me she was going fo be okay and that she loved me, little did I know this was her saying Goodbye.
I am already crying as I write this, she drove me home on tuesday the 30th, and she said goodbye to me for the last time.
That night she texted me that she loved me and was proud of me, I began to feel that something was wrong, I attempted to call her that evening to no avail. Straight to voicemail. The following day i called and texted several times still nothing. By thursday morning I contacted the police and asked them to do a welfare check. This is where they go to the persons house to ensure they are ok. I was assured I would be called back once completed but by almost 10pm at night I had heard nothing, so i called the Altona North police station again, this time a lovely woman answered and she was very understanding and upset also that 1. No check had been done and 2. No one had called me. She sent someone out within the hour, I am told that they entered the neighbours backyard and jumped the fence into my mums backyard, let it be noted my mums backyard is tiny, the size of someones front porch. They said all the lights were on inside but no one was home. This had me freaking out. That evening we began the process of listing her as a missing person, I signed forms at my local police station for a media release and began to beg for any information. On saturday I was shopping in kmart with my boyfriend and best friend when I decided to quickly call for an update. I was told over the phone that mum had been found. Dead. In her backyard. The same backyard the police apparently jumped into, where she was found was right next to the back door, impossible not to see her if you consider the light that would of shone from the lights inside the house. I am told they think she was out there as long back as wednesday. My mum, my beautiful mum sat out in the elements alone. If only that original welfare check had occured, she would of been found earlier.
I am her daughter, a 20year old, unemployed girl that suffers from mental health issues. My only stable income is the centrelink disability pension.
Again, I beg for support.
Organizer
Alexia Gillies
Organizer
Seaford, VIC