Meet Casey

The following video is from the Malachi’s Message podcast, Toxic Mold Sucks, and features Casey McCurry, the Director of Intake at Just Well Law and Military Families Advocate, and gives a glimpse into her family’s personal story and journey of mold illness and military housing.

In the quiet moments before I put pen to paper, I feel the gravity of the words I'm about to share. This isn't just another blog post; it's a glimpse into the lives of those who have found hope after the storm of a lifetime, a narrative woven from the threads of my own experiences. My name is Casey McCurry, and I've dedicated my life to preventing others from enduring the nightmare that once consumed my family.

As the Director of Intake and Client Advocacy at a law firm specializing in toxic exposure litigation, I confront the echoes of a turbulent past every day. It's more than just a profession; it's a calling forged from a personal battle against an unseen adversary that once threatened everything I held dear. The firm has been spearheading landmark lawsuits and representing countless service members and civilians impacted by water contamination issues. Through my endeavors, I continue to affect profound change, embodying resilience and empathy in the pursuit of justice.

Our saga unfolds in 2012, when my husband, our three young children, and I settled into military housing on a Florida base. What began as a promise of security and community swiftly unraveled into a nightmare of mold infestation, casting a shadow over our health and well-being. Initially attributing our constant illnesses to mere chance, we remained oblivious to the insidious dangers concealed within the walls(and floors) of our seemingly serene abode.

Years drifted by, our health steadily declining, until 2019 when a surge of reports concerning mold issues in military housing brought our truth to light. Once-dismissed sightings of mold now loomed large in our memories, revealing the peril we unknowingly subjected ourselves to.

Our journey to reclaim our health and home was fraught with hurdles, from bureaucratic entanglements to futile remediation endeavors. Yet, through unwavering determination and advocacy, we eventually found solace. Our ordeal unmasked systemic flaws within military housing, prompting us to question how our nation's defenders could fulfill their duties amid such grave risks.

From the depths of our anguish emerged a newfound purpose. Today, I stand as a beacon for those silenced within the military housing system, championing change and shedding light on the hidden perils of mold exposure. It's a voyage fueled by the dream of a safer, healthier future for military families worldwide.

My path to advocacy meandered through varied landscapes. Raised in North Carolina, volleyball became my sanctuary, shaping my youth and guiding me into coaching roles. Motherhood at 17 posed its own trials, yet I refused to succumb to adversity, pursuing education and delving into emergency medicine studies.

As a military family, my husband and I navigated the challenges of frequent relocations. However, it was our encounter with toxic mold that ignited a profound transformation, thrusting me into the spotlight of media advocacy and contributing to a docuseries illuminating mold exposure's perils.

Beyond advocacy, I'm committed to charitable endeavors. Donating my hair to aid those affected by mold-related losses and co-founding the McCurry Mattress Foundation with Malachi's Message Foundation exemplify my dedication to supporting individuals and families in need.

My odyssey from military housing to mold litigation advocacy epitomizes the potency of resilience and the transformative influence of individual experiences in driving change. As I forge ahead, undeterred by the arduous road ahead, my resolve remains unyielding, fueled by the fervent determination to spare families from the trauma we endured.

In the midst of the chaos and heartache, I've discovered a haven in writing. I've found a way to untangle the knots of emotion that have woven themselves into the fabric of my journey. With each word I put to paper, I've found a release—a chance to pour out my heart and soul, to wrestle with the pain and find glimmers of healing. Writing has become my closest companion, a gentle listener to my innermost thoughts and fears. It's in the quiet moments, pen in hand, that I've found the space to breathe, to grieve, and to hope. Through the simple act of putting pen to paper, I've found a path toward healing, one word at a time.