THE FUSE

In January 2024, I was rushed to the emergency room. It was freezing cold outside, and I felt just as cold inside my house and colder in the hospital. I was shivering, and my body felt foreign. I didn’t know what was going on. I was scared. No, I was terrified. I had a child at home and one in college. I had clients who valued me, therapists who depended on me, and a life I wanted to keep living. But I thought I was dying. Seriously. And the medical team didn’t make it better. It wasn’t their fault, but the conversations that were circulating around me had words like heart attack, stroke, hypertension, and “Wait, I haven’t seen this before.”