Posted 10/28/2010 11:12 AM (GMT -7)
Hey. Hey, I figured out what it is. You and I both, Qwerty, both fit all the symptoms of having black mold poisoning. And thats exactly what I've had growing in my room's walls for 6 years, since my symptoms began. Hah, it's made me so relieved to figure out that I am not making it up. I was trying to sit in my room and relax and I started to feel like I was descending into hell again and so I got frustrated and spent all day cleaning my room from top to bottom and throwing away everything I was hoarding in there. It was spic and span. So later in the night I tried relaxing again and just further went down the ladder of hell. The world darkened, my head ached, violence seemed like it was everywhere, and my heart raced. I couldn't take it, I knew that there could have been mold in my closet from a leak in the pipes going to the shower that was there for a long time, but everything in my closet had been removed. I'd been thinking of black mold, but where could it be? That's when it dawned on me that the "dirt" smears on my walls were not dirt. In fact, dirt does not even build up on walls like that. It doesnt look vague, and strangely transparently black. I'd just figured it was dirt. And the idea dawned on me. The mold that had built up in my closet had made its way throughall four walls of my room. And then I thought to move my bed over and see what was on the side of it and lo and behold there was a dark black splotch next to where my head rests at night. I was so enthusiastic about this I got everyone to come in and look at it and see. See the reason I have been feeling this way for 6 years and see that I am not making this up. Qwerty, seriously, black mold does not have to be dark and thick. The spores will find a way to you somehow, no matter how small. If you see any kind of small, vaguely black spot on your wall and it doesn't come off - it's not just supposed to be there- it's toxic black mold. It may kill you, but it never killed me, it will just take you right to the very edge, but not push you off, just get you there, wait and look at you and say "So what do you feel like doing now?" I'm still reeling from spending all day in my room yesterdat. My head is aching, my sense of well being was smashed, I feel like death, my lungs ache, my heart pounds away violently, when I woke up I couldnt fall asleep due to my heart, and I cannot think at all. but I needed to put this together.