I had a medical scare that sent me to the ER. They suspected that I was having Transient ischemic attacks (TIA). This required that they look at my brain and they performed both a CT scan and MRI.
I was sitting on my twin bed tucked away in the living room of my mother’s apartment. In my early thirties, I had a fight with my father. Abiding by his rules had pushed me too far. So I moved to Oregon to live with my mom. My family believed that I could only survive if I was on disability. They feared that I may become homeless.
- Updated on July 31, 2021
- By Suzza Silver