Looking back, it all started months before that tragic night.
The symptoms were there. But like millions of Americans, I had no idea it was the air I was breathing.
It started with my kids first.
My daughter started waking up with headaches. Almost every week.
I blamed it on screen time. Poor sleep. Growing pains.
My son couldn't focus on his homework at home, but his teachers said he was fine at school.
I thought maybe it was ADHD. Or just the distraction of being at home.
And me? I was exhausted. All the time.
Even after 8 hours of sleep, I'd wake up feeling like I'd barely rested.
Brain fog. Trouble concentrating. Constant low-grade nausea.
I told myself it was stress. Motherhood. Getting older.
My husband had it too…
The fatigue, the headaches, the irritability we both chalked up to work pressure.
Little did I know we were being poisoned. Every single day. For months.