I live in Rochester, MI, in a cute, suburban house. However, it’s proven to be too much to take care of since I have no help thanks to my ex-husband,
I’ve been my grown son’s caregiver for over two years because he got mold poisoning from his father’s house, and his father had known about this issue for years, since his gutter was broken and water was coming into a door to the basement, but he never did anything about it.
Andrew (our son) was living there during lockdown going to school, became very depressed, and tried to commit suicide. After he was released from the hospital, he came to stay with me during the days. I saw that he was not right, and that he probably had mold toxicity, because of his impaired cognition and his inability to carry on a significant conversation. (I had mold toxicity at a gorgeous condo I had before this house, had a stroke, and became very sick, but I also had breast implants, so I had a double toxic whammy!) I am a retired teacher and had to give up my teaching career, because I became very sick and my brain was not working properly, because of the toxins from the implants, and the mold, but I now believe that God was watching out for my son by giving me those illnesses!
I’ve been able to help other people with what I learned about all types of toxins, and now know what to do and resources I would need.
However, I didn’t learn how to be a caregiver with Lyme co-infections and a broken arm! I want to run away! 🙏💕💫