Here I am again with another blog. Earlier, I thought I had said everything I needed to see. It turned out I was wrong. In the years since, a lot more occurred to me than I ever have imagined.
Over the last several years, my life has taken many interesting turns. I must acknowledge this. The extra chapters in my life would not be happening without the courage to walk away from toxicity. This applies to every conceivable facet.
That experience has proven to be a defining moment in my life. I learned that there is a limit to everything. Even if you let things go too far, you can still redeem yourself. Do what is best for you and those who love you. There is no shame in staying too long. It is never too late to change course. I am forever grateful I did.
I was nearly poisoned to death when I worked at the Mineral County School District. I wish I was being dramatic, but I am not. The District Office was entirely infested with multiple types of mold that I was highly allergic to.
I look back now and I am still perplexed about how I even survived. There were several days where I contemplated giving up. The final event, I was extremely close to giving up.
Sure, there were so many red flags, but nevertheless I persisted well beyond what I ever should have. I knew things were wrong. I had to ice my eyes every single day at lunch. They were swelling. I knew I was having memory issues. I also had gastrointestinal issues. I knew there was mold and a faulty ground source system.
It was easier to avoid facing the facts. Horrible Hope Blinco gaslit me into believing I was imagining things. My eyes weren’t puffy enough. You can’t prove that the memory loss is a direct result of that mold. For well over a year, I was fed lies. I was told that I was the only one experiencing these issues.
I did things like sign a power of attorney for tasks because I knew I was sick. I knew continuing on the path meant at some point there would be a catastrophe. I also waited for intervention from the state that never arrived, even now. The closest was when Hope Blinco had the District Attorney hire a fictitious investigator that had no intention of resolution. I was misleading myself into thinking that help would arrive in time. It was abundantly clear the corruption was systematic.
It took me a year after I left to regain my health. I had to work every single day to get back to square one. Sometimes I still have nightmares where I can’t breathe. These are reminders from when my blood oxygen would hover in the 80’s for no reason. I am fortunate that it is a bygone era and I was at least capable of recover my health.
I do get slight glimpses of karma, so not all is lost. For example, they lost one health plan and the other went up 45% in a single year. That is not indicative of a healthy workforce. Some of the district staff have since developed neurological issues. Mold and toxic VOC levels can attribute to some of these issues. Over a long duration, it will be discovered that I was not the only one affected. I was merely the most sensitive to the issue.