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http://www.gofundme.com/carissahopesndreams This is my beautiful daughter Carissa, she is just 14yrs old. We need help to raise $25,000 to get her to the Project Patch Ranch as a  last resort  to help her discover that life is worth living and that she is worth loving. As with most treatment facilities, it comes with a price tag. After going over and over evey avenue a friend told me about this website. The back story...On Jan. 20, 2012 Carissa (who was just 12 at the time) attempted suicide and was admitted to the mental facility in our area for 11 days. She was diagnosed, "manic depressive or bipolar disorder" and a list of acronyms. This began our journey into the world of psychiatrists, therapists, medications, and many, many manic meltdowns. As her mother, I needed to switch gears and find a less demanding job so that I could be her advocate, get her to appointments, and be more available when I am needed. What a great decision and what an amazing job I have now. I

It was just a few days ago when something got stirred up inside of me and it was so overwhelming I acted on it right away with the first thing I could think of. So much reflection time in my life lately and I was starting to wonder what the hell was I doing with my life. Am I really living the way I should? My greatest joy and pride are my children...ALL of them. Even the ones I didn't give birth to. But I was not feeling like the mom and role model I wanted to be anymore. I found myself being very negative and cursing more than usual when they were around. What kind of woman am I modeling for my daughters? I can tell you what I think.... a bitch! You know when I first married my husband I was always sticking up for his ex, making him treat her with a little more respect. I could not stand the way he treated her regardless of his reasons, she is the mother of his first 2 children. Somewhere over the years lots of mistakes were made on both sides and I chose to just write

It was a normal weekend night in Meridian and it was all quiet in my house. Relaxing and enjoying the peace because all the kids were in bed and my hubby in bed too. I am sleepy so I decide to go to bed and get some sleep.   As I am drifting off to sleep I think I hear someone in the living room and thinking it was one my kids trying to midnight raid the pantry I get up to take a look. Oddly enough there was no one there, went to the stairs up to the bonus room and listen. I turn on the light waiting to hear someone talking or at least yell at me to turn to the light off. Complete silence so I turn off the light and go back to bed. Again I am drifting off once more I hear the pattering of feet again...this time I know someone is out there so I get up again. Open my bedroom door and take no more than 2 steps out my door and I bump into someone. Oh my sweet Jesus its Carissa! Then the following communication occurs..."AAAHHHH" "AAAHHHH" "AAAAAHHHH,