I have to say I’ve been through a lot. I get the anxiety for lack of control. I need to know what’s going on at all times around me. I also got it heightened from a past relationship. We were together when I found out he was a registered sex offender. That also put me in a slight depression. (Hold onto that). I was terrified anyone could find out especially because he didn’t tell me. The anxiety got so bad I ended up pushing back paying for my certification for my degree with the state. Then I waited too long and didn’t get a job. The depression comes later on. Finally it’s December and I got 2 job interviews. I wanted to accept one and told them I would come in that Friday to do the paperwork. But that day changed my whole life. I never did the paperwork that day. December 14, 2018. My dad called me to tell me to check up on my mom because she wasn’t feeling well and he was headed up north for work. I called and no answer. Didn’t panic. Maybe she was busy, or in the bathroom... then she called me back. When she spoke, I immediately knew something was wrong. She told me she fell off our couch and couldn’t get up. Our couch is maybe 1 foot off the ground so that wasn’t normal. I was still 30 minutes away from her. My cousin in law got to her first and helped her up. Skipping a lot of drama, she ended up in a hospital. They thought she had DKA (for diabetics). Two days later, December 16th, 2018..... we were told she was going to be transported to another hospital by helicopter for emergency surgery. So all this time I called the person with my job sobbing cause we weren’t sure my mom was going to make it. She had 5 surgeries in 1 week. Found out she had necrotizing fasciitis. Flesh eating bacteria. She lost 60 pounds of dead flesh in her hip area, back area, and groin area. After 15 surgeries, January 17th, 2019 were were released into a rehab facility. Her check up was in 2 weeks. January 31st, 2019, my dad and I were dealing with lawyers and trying to protect everything when she called us. She was at her appt and she was doing good. Well my dad went off to work and I went home. I told my mom I’d see her after her appt. that’s when I got the call. My dad said the hospital called him and said she’d been put on a ventilator because something went wrong. I told him that’s a lie. Somethings really wrong. They don’t tell you nothing over the phone. Got to the hospital and found out she had died. I collapsed in the waiting area of the hospital. Sobbing. Head spinning. I had just started a new job, went back to college and now had to deal with this at 25 years old. After the school year ended, I went into a depression. I was sleeping most of the day. Doing absolutely nothing. Just breathing. I went to counseling and they got me in a grief group as well as using medication. I also ended up ending my relationship because everything was too much for me. I still have hard days. But I now have some good days.

This was all within 12 calendar months. Less than 1 year. Whew.