An American Horror Story – My House Tried to Kill Me

My husband, Ted, was tossing and turning just as much as I was.  Neither one of us could sleep.  In fact, I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in years and I’m pretty sure Ted didn’t either.

I usually woke up feeling more anxious than rested. Oftentimes, I couldn’t fall asleep until the sun started to rise, only to have the alarm blast me back into consciousness.

My headaches became worse and worse. The pain was so intense that I was certain my head would explode.  I was hospitalized several times a year for them. Only years later did I discover that it was actually our house that was causing my migraines and slowly killing me ….Read More