I was ashamed, I was desperate
I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone I had bed bugs, not my mom, not my closest friends, no one. I was googling in bed at 2am reading horror stories and crying, convinced I'd have to throw out everything I owned and move out. I bought Petzly at like 3 in the morning after another rough night, half convinced it was another waste of money like everything else I'd tried. Two weeks later I actually invited my mom over for coffee and I told her the whole story at the kitchen table. She was so kind about it. I wish I'd said something sooner.







