I’m not here to ask for sympathy. I’m here because I’m at the edge of losing what little I’ve managed to rebuild after years of loss, betrayal, and systemic failure.
My name is Winterjane, and the only reason I’m still here is because I’ve refused to give up, even when everything around me screamed to.
I built a wellness practice from the ground up. I helped hundreds of people heal—emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I was the backbone of a thriving center, running it day and night, even while caring for my dying aunt, the only person who ever truly understood and supported me. She passed, and three months later the world as I knew it imploded.
False accusations, betrayal by family, professional annihilation, and a legal judgment that drained every cent I had. I went from running a business and being everyone’s lifeline to sleeping on floors, eating scraps, and being thrown in jail based on lies. The very people I helped vanished—or worse, turned on me.
I’ve fought my way back inch by inch. I’ve clawed toward stability. I finally have a tiny cottage with my bulldog Dewey, who keeps me alive in every way. But now that’s at risk too.
I’m behind on all basic bills
I am facing eviction
Utilities will be disconnected in days
I have very little food
I have no transportation
I’m still waiting for financial assistance that may not come in time. I’ve sold everything I could sell. I’ve asked everyone I could ask.
I’m exhausted and terrified, but I’m not done.
I need a slingshot out of this survival loop—a break in the avalanche—so I can finally move forward.
Help me hold the line long enough to rewrite the story.
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