Tribe needed

Ego and pride, what a powerful thing. I feel a gut punch as I continue writing this. But a friend reminded me today it's OK to ask for help. It doesn't mean I am a failure or weak. Instead, I am human. So here's my story.

I am a single mom of 4 kids: 19, 14, 10, and 16 weeks. The last few years have been a never-ending hurricane, as most of you know: health issues, accidents, unexpected pregnancies, and most recently, unexplained seizures.

I own a salon, and that's how I provide for my four kids. On the 25th of November, while washing a client's hair, I began acting weird, unable to answer questions, spraying her whole face and eventually the whole room with the water hose. She asked if I was OK. I shook my head and proceeded to pass out, bashing my head off the countertop and falling to the floor where I began having a seizure. I woke up hours later with staples in my head, huge lumps, terrified, not knowing where I was, where my baby was, remembering nothing.

That event has resulted in hospital stays, ER trips, MRIs, CAT scans, X-rays, specialists, and still no answers. I am returning to work today, chest full of anxiety, tremor still in my hands, pain still radiating down my arm, praying I make it through without another unexplained episode. Unfortunately, bills don't stop, baby still needs diapers, needs still need met, and I have no plan B. They say it takes a village. This superwoman needs support so she can stress less, rest, and wear her cape.