I was a young 20-something adult trying to get along in the world, when I got super sick. Like, GAME OVER sick. 😵 I was in and out of the hospital, bleeding internally. My doctors told me I had an autoimmune disease, but the medications and treatments did nothing to help. I getting sicker and sicker.
Then I got fired from my job because I was no longer able to work a full day. It finally got to the point that I couldn’t get out of bed. I had to lay on the floor to brush my teeth. I can still remember the feeling of the old bathroom rug against my cheek, as I lay there with the toothbrush in my hand.
I needed to get my health back on track because I didn’t even have the energy to stand up, let alone leave the house to go to work. It was awful — I wanted to build a life and career for myself so I could leave my abusive husband.
But without me working, we were going to have to move back in with my in-laws. They lived in an old building they should have condemned years earlier. The whole place slanted to the side and you could see the ground through the floorboards. This was 100% NOT where I wanted to end up.