Soon, I found myself in a new place, exiled from my comfy bed to a couch that was about as comfortable as laying on a jagged rock.
Worst part was,
I was still crippled emotionally and physically from the pounding the black mold placed on my body.
Somehow, I was still eating right,
And doing my best to exercise,
But the wounds from the black mold wouldn’t disappear…
And at the time, the best treatment was sitting in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber multiple times a week, which I just didn’t have the capital for.
I was going through a divorce, had just moved, money was extremely tight.
Then, in my darkest time, the divine reached out a helping hand...