An intro, but this is merely a fraction of my story that really starts at from age 2. I’m putting this part out there to see if it’s something of interest or can help anyone. Please leave a comment or a like if hearing more of my story interests you. Thanks for any feedback ❤️
I find it ironic that I owned/operated a medical transcription company for 5 years with 17 Drs as clients, yet am in the position I am 20 years later due to my natural instinct to trust them & their multiple misdiagnoses, unnecessary surgeries, medical experiments, being severely over-medicated and lastly finding out the meds have caused permanent neurological damage. I’m now 47, recovering from 15 hour brain surgery (that failed), have decided to stop my medications and become my own advocate for my health. I’ll no longer be defined by this diseased, mentally and physically damaged shell of the person I remember only thru pictures. After being told, “I’d be selfish NOT to share my story, I’ve been contemplating this for almost a year. Something brought me here, where my fingers just started typing. I’m unsure how to even begin or if anyone wants to hear it, but if it’ll help ONE person, it’s worth it. I don’t want one person to endure the physical & mental pain I have, never get back time I’ve lost with my family, and most importantly lose themselves. If I’ll gladly share my story and personal experiences with total transparency. Maybe I can somehow educate, advise, or just listen and uplift those who feel deceived, misunderstood, or abandoned by those you’ve trusted most in your life. I’ll wait to hear back from y’all.