10/15/2024
TRUTH: I had a panic attack two days prior to leading the Wild Woman Retreat in Greece.
We were in our brand new luxury hotel room. We spent a night and the next morning, I was feeling... "off."
The size of my tongue made it impossible to see the back of my throat. It had swelled up so big that I couldn't swallow.
I found a driver to take us to the pharmacy to get strong antihistamines because I didn't think my epi-pen was needed...yet.
My brain did everything it could to figure out why...
I retraced my steps.
I woke up from a nap, my tongue was giant, I couldn't swallow, my chest constricted and I started to panic.
Okay... was there something in the room? Environmental? Did I eat something weird?
I started looking around our hotel room with my mold detective eyes and that's when I saw it...
What I had thought was a decoration on the lamp shade was MOLD!
I had slept next to a moldy lamp shade, woke up inches away from a moldy lamp shade and was now suffering the effects of being in an enclosed room with mold.
We closed the windows because of the mosquitos!
As soon as my eyes registered the mold, I tore the lampshades off, opened the windows and emailed my energy healer who immediately started working on my lungs and lymph system.
Before I found the mold I thought I was losing my mind.
I was like, "why am I freaking out so much!?"
But it wasn't my mind, it was my body alerting me of a toxic foreign substance I was inhaling with every breath.
As soon as the lampshades were removed, we opened the windows and the retreat started, it never happened again.
I continue to work with my medical team to export the toxic mold residue my body has endured while unknowingly living in mold spores for 5 years before we discovered it above our bedroom in the ceiling.
It's been 4 years of clearing the toxic debris from my lymph system.
My system is more sensitive now, it's like a detection center for toxic mold.
I'm hoping that with more time, detoxing and regulating my nervous system, this sensitivity will go away, BUT... I thank it for the alerts.
Because what if I hadn't removed the lampshades and my son slept in the room with toxic mold?
My son who was unknowingly brought into a home with toxic mold spores floating in the air who was delivered emergency c-section...
who didn't sweat.
who had dark purple and red marks under his eyes.
who peed the bed.
who got sick every time he ate sugar.
who had 7 cavities at his last dentist appointment.
It is overwhelming to understand the long-term damage that toxic mold does and how many years it takes to remove it from the system, even after diligent nutritional implementation and detoxing remedies.
It takes time.
And patience.
And energy.
And I wouldn't wish it upon any mother.
I wrote a book about this experience and I know it would help so many families but it's triggering every time I dig back into it because of the miserable experience.
I'm almost done. It will be done. I just need time. And room to breathe.
Then, it will help so many who feel so alone in their decade long quest to figure out why they've been so sick and why western docs keep saying, "it's anxiety."
It's not. It's toxic mold.
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