I was on my back, legs spread, wearing a short little black dress with no underwear, laying in the dirt of the Arizona desert. I had always wanted to go to Sedona, but the rhythmic heartbeat of this city’s healing magic skipped a beat when I got out of the car. It was September 12, 2017 and I had just been discharged from a 4 day emergency stay at the Mayo Hospital. My head was pounding, my arms were paralyzed, and even though I could walk, my legs felt increasingly weak, but I didn’t care — It