Our wishes came true on the bright afternoon in April when the realtor handed my husband the keys to our first home.
It was also the first day of my nightmare.
My health began to deteriorate three months after moving in. I was drained, plagued by headaches, lightheaded, and unable to fall asleep.
I experienced constant anxiety, was forgetful and irritable, and my hormones were out of whack. In actuality, we were trying to get pregnant, but it just wasn't working.
Soon I couldn't get out of bed because I felt so sick, down, and worn out. I was unable to face another day since I felt like a burden to those around me.
I took every painkiller I had and curled up on the floor, waiting for it to be over—I'm ashamed to confess it.
It's a good thing my mother found me quickly.
I moved in with my mother so she could heal me, but then something unusual happened.
I began to feel better. My headaches subsided as the cloud in my head began to lift. My joints stopped hurting, and I had more energy. Once more, I felt like myself.
I realized then that our "dream home" was causing me to feel ill. What then?
A house inspector we hired to look into the matter discovered excessive EMF readings in our kitchen.
It turns out that the kitchen's wiring was improperly grounded, which allowed the equipment to emit electromagnetic fields that contributed to my illness.
After suffering for a year and a half and nearly passing away from depression, an electrician's 45-minute visit reduced the EMFs to a manageable level.
However, the story was far from done.
