Virtual Open Mic: Dawn Nolin

In August of 1966, I was a mere 18 months old and my life would become a struggle that few can understand.

3rd degree burns to both of my feet, surgeries, too many times. Reconstruction, donor sights, bandages and oh the scars. I've been on my burn journey my whole life and every day is one of new self discovery. I've never known where I fit in, what's my purpose in life, the why me moments.

Until May 28, 2021, I was clueless about the injury.

While at work this May I was burned by steam on my left forearm, 2nd degree and a fairly significant traumatic event that has me in a tailspin that is all too familiar. The doctor says I'm having anxiety because this new burn has triggered me from my prior burns in 1966.

When the Workman's compensation agent said, "I've NEVER heard of a Dr prescribing anti anxiety medication for a small burn, I lost it. The same agent who claims to have been a nurse. This has changed me, I'm finally going to advocate for myself and my well being. No one can understand the horror of a burn unless they have been there. Please pray for my strength to be that of a Phoenix! Rising from the ashes to become better than ever.