It took me over a decade to figure out what was wrong with me. I went to dozens of doctors who said there was nothing to be done. They told me I'd be in a wheelchair, and to file for permanent disability because my life was over.

 

Then, one day, I hired a building biologist to evaluate my house, and he made me do all these weird things to decrease the electromagnetic fields in my bedroom. At first, I thought he was crazy, but I followed his instructions. A week later, I started to sleep restfully for the first time in years. I started to heal. 

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I discovered I had electrical hypersensitivity syndrome, or EHS. Though not recognized in the U.S. as a legitimate "disease," many other countries acknowledge this syndrome and provide assistance and special housing for those afflicted.

 

I spent several years as a building biologist, working with clients with moderate to severe EHS, and my newest project, LET ME BE YOUR WHY, is dedicated to all those who suffer in silence on the fringes of society, because the world has become too toxic for them.