Support Kasey's Fight to Keep Her Home

I'm about to lose my house.

And if you know me, posting this fundraiser is killing every part of me that is even close to still alive.

I'm surrendering. I'm humiliated. Vulnerable. Crushed and embarrassed. Judge me. I know most people will. But I have to do something. I'm out of options. I've done all the things you're likely to suggest short of selling the house. If I lose the house, I have nowhere to go and will not qualify for housing. I won't even qualify to get an apartment.

It's that bad.

I got the keychain in this photo when I got my house. I was so excited for the future. I was so proud of myself for overcoming some crazy crap in my life (If you know, you know). Then: a pandemic, pay cuts, another kid in college, ER visit ... the bills kept coming and I was getting more and more behind. I was already living paycheck to paycheck.

Then it all got way the hell worse.

"We've decided to go in another direction."

I'm not even allowed to talk about what happened. But it happened.

Since losing my job unexpectedly in August 2024, I've applied to more than 200 jobs and taken the only job I've been offered: a part-time, seasonal retail position. This position has an uncertain future because it was seasonal ... and it doesn't come close to paying the bills. It's only a tiny bit more than unemployment would pay.

I DO have some work coming my way soon — but not soon enough. The bank is about to foreclose on my home if I don't come up with several months of back payment.

I owe my bankruptcy trustee four months of pay. (I'm in a Chapter 13, so I'm still paying my debts to a trustee ... but the pay at this position hasn't been enough to keep up.)

All of this has been nothing short of crippling and the stress is beyond words, even for me. So it's been a real crap time to live without health or life insurance. I have ongoing medical issues that I've put off dealing with and past medical bills are piling up.

If you know me, you know some of the things that have led me here. I should've fought harder for things that I deserved in my past that were taken from me. I likely would've been better off had I done that. I can't change that now.

Times are tough for us all. I know that. But even $5 would help.

The only thing I'm trying to do is have a place where my kids can come home to. Without a place to live, I don't know what I'll do or where I'll go.

Yes. It's that bad.

I promise I've been doing what I can. If it sounds like I'm desperate, it's because I am.

Thank you for listening.

Love you all.

P.S. Once I'm back on my feet and over this hump, I will try to pay back anyone who helps me. I don't know how or when, but I will.