That the darkness brought into my life.

Remember that tornado? Remember the nails it removed from my roof? Well think about that for a minute. Those tiny little nail holes can let in some water over the years. As time progressed, hidden mold began to grow in a wall, that was shared between my garage and bedroom.

Some people in your household can totally be unaffected by things like this, where others will fall down with illness so fast it will make your head spin. That’s me, not that I volunteered for the position, but somehow my susceptibility to neurotoxins is much higher than others in my household.

The science behind my susceptibility is that I’m genetically predisposed to this medical mystery.

Stachybotrys mold was starting to grow silently hidden without our knowledge. Keep in mind, I had lived nearly 40 years not even knowing I had Mast Cell Activation, but all the signs were there. In fact, it didn’t even have a name until recently. Stachybotrys and aspergillus just happened to be secretly releasing neurotoxins into the air in my home, and no one had a clue this was occurring. It did take two to three years for the accumulation big enough to create a systemic whirlwind of illnesses that made no sense. The battle I was fighting didn’t make sense, but I was begging for my life back one piece at a time, as it was slowly taken from me.