Looking back at how it all began.....

I been praying and praying about the things happening in my life. Confession, this is a hard thing to go through for me, I'm not use to being pushed out my comfort zone. When you have a drastic shift in your life it affects everything to the core. You mental wellbeing, finances, relationship's. I think the biggest part for me was getting over the emotional ties with people, the lie's and rumors hurt my heart. It stressed me out so bad it brought out my first full fledged relapse as a adult. I remember having one going into my senior year of high school, but no one notice my true problem and I was misdiagnosed. I was having so much difficulty walking that I stayed in bed all the time and had gotten  open sore's all over my body.

But the relapse that changed my life, lasted for over a year and I'm just beginning to get better. The stress of my job and deceiving relationship's with people close to me starting bringing out changes in me physically because I wouldn't deal with them emotionally. I began working out more, partying more, drinking even way to much for the average man. I was so unsober about what I was going through I didn't realize the changes in body until it was to late. I remember in May 2012 I was attacked and no one would help me. Being so stressed out about the situation my vision began to change and I was consistently hearing ringing or buzzing. Then my body started acting funny I would be awake on time for work, but couldn't move no part of my body. Try explain that to your supervisor when other doctors kept saying nothing was wrong. Between that and passing out, I put my job at risk and could no longer fight to keep it. Still having those symptoms, more began to happen.

Unable to come up with answer's for over a year now, I clinged to one of the most unhealthy relationships I ever had. Why I held on to that man I don't know why. But he was taking care of me, and abusing me at the same time. I won't get graphic because I'm still ashamed I ever met him. I got worse and worse, went from doctor to doctor still being misdiagnosed. My boyfriend at the time had to put me in the tub, pull me out, help me down the stairs to get in my car so I could go to work. Crazy! I was still trying to drive and work. I was falling so much coming into the building that one coworker would wait for me walk me in and out. When I think about it I can't help but cry. Misdiagnosed with edema twice, I finally passed out in a room full of people at work. Stayed in the ER for three days because they noticed I couldn't walk. Just by chance before they was going to discharged me, a new shift began and that on call physician asked to do a MRI. My brain was lit up like a Christmas tree. That's the beginning of my story.