Hi friends & family,

This is not an easy post for me to write. I’ve always tried to push through quietly, but I’ve reached a point where I can’t anymore. I’m sharing my story because I need support—prayers, encouragement, and, if you’re able, financial help to make it through the next month.

I was first diagnosed with epilepsy in 2017 during my junior year. Back then, my seizures were rare—maybe twice a year—and somewhat controlled. But in 2023, my health began to unravel. After extensive testing, I was diagnosed with PTSD and PNES (psychological seizures). I began weekly therapy. My seizures were still occasional, mostly at night, but I also struggled with insomnia and sleep deprivation.

By late 2024, everything changed. I had my first seizure at work. Since then, I’ve been seizing every single day. In January 2025, I spent the start of my new year in the hospital undergoing more tests. Even now, my doctors can’t pinpoint my triggers or the best treatment. Neurologists are hard to see—mine only takes me twice a year—so it’s been a long road of trial and error.

February 2025 was another low point. I had another seizure at work, was hospitalized, and was unconscious for an entire week. My family and friends had to stand in the gap for me. Since then, my health has steadily declined. My mood swings, depression, anxiety, and insomnia have intensified. I now take nine pills daily—recently adding a mood stabilizer to help me cope.

I tried to hold on to my job. In July, I requested a health accommodation, but instead of support I was demoted, stripped of benefits, and had my hours cut. My neurologist recommended I take a leave of absence, but financially I knew I couldn’t afford it.

Now my employer has made the decision for me. I’ve been forced to take a month off—without pay. I’m left to figure out how to cover all of my expenses on my own while my body fights a battle I can’t control.

I’m exhausted. I’m scared. Some days I don’t even recognize my own thoughts. God knows I pray—if you know me, you know that—but I’m at my wits’ end. Every day I wake up from seizures with migraines, auras, body aches, a sore tongue, and I still push myself to go to work. I’m tired of surviving like this.

I’m sharing this because I don’t have much fight left, and I need help. My GoFundMe will help me cover rent, utilities, groceries, and medical needs during the month I’m forced to take off. If you’re able to give—anything at all—it will make a real difference. If you can’t, your prayers and simply sharing this link mean just as much.

Mental health is so important. Please, take care of yourselves. Thank you for taking the time to read this and for supporting me however you can

Cash App: $DocAnderson

Apple Pay: Message me for my #.

PayPal: Nashale Smith

I am also accepting any cash donations.

Thank you in advance for your kindness, compassion, and generosity. I’ll continue to share updates along the way.