2019 was my year of redemption. I took a leap of faith to enter the entertainment industry. I invited hundreds of friends to a farewell party. I left cold dreary Texas heading to sunny California. The sky was sea blue. Swaying palm trees. The energy was different. I was in Beverly Hills, it felt like home! My first week there I met a childhood idol. Actress from Young and The Restless. She was kind, warm, took a phot with me and handed me her business card telling me to stay in touch! I just knew my ship had come in! Unfortunately, I sanded before I could sail. The person I lived with lived in such a substandard housing I was ill within a week. A truck sideswiped me. But insurance company blamed me. I was there 4 weeks and it was the most expensive unproductive adventure ever.
I found myself return to Texas like a shameful dog with my tail between my legs. Less than a week back my house suffered severe water damage. I won’t bore you with all the minutiae. But one, contractor started work, stole supplies and left. Two, insurance company wouldn’t help and left us for dead. Three, packing company allowed all the contents of our house, 2,500 sq. ft. to be riddled with mold mildew. Four, my house sat for months unrepaired, due to water soaked flooring mold and mildew to took over. Five, remediation company conducted cleaning but cut out the wrong wall, leaving mildew in wall. Oh, during this I became greatly ill. Discovered mold/fungus growing in my sinus close to my brain. I had two extensive surgeries in 2019, and 2020. Six, moved into an apartment, 4 months in almost had a nervous breakdown. Correct, I did. I was borderline suicidal. Noisy neighbors and drugs on property. My family constructively returned to our house. Still with mold growing.
After second surgery my cardiologist (experienced stroke during first surgery) and ENT surgeon insisted I not return to home. From the second surgery, I went to an hotel for 2 weeks to recover. Next, we moved into another “brand new” apartments. That was December 2020 and I slipped into the 7th level of hell. Inferior apartment, $2k, has all but killed me.
As of February 16-20, the hard freeze of the century hit Houston and I didn’t have electricity and water fir 4 days. I thought my heart would stop.
As I’m composing this I’m greatly sleep deprived, uncertain if my house will sale (on the market). Of course we’re forced to sell far below market value. In need of new housing, this accessible/handicap unit has multiple violations but management refuse to repair, only releasing us from our lease. I’m unable to work and so stressed I’ve broken out in blistering hives.
I share all of this to get it out of my head. This past week was a wake up call. Due to the freeze many homes suffered burst pipes, loss of basic needs and loss of life. Today I was driving and became so overwhelmed I pulled off the road to grieve. I felt hopeless and helpless. But I’m still thankful and grateful. It ain’t over!