False Hope?

When I think back to my life just ten years ago, I really have to think hard about what I was going through. Oh, I remember the weakness, exhaustion, falls, unbearable pain, and uncertainty of my future. There were times I struggled to get my credit card out of my wallet while at the grocery store because of a severe Raynaud’s attack. I remember what a challenge it was to shower and wash my hair, as I could not hold my arms above my head. I remember having to call my husband into the bathroom to help me out of the bathtub because I could not get up by myself. I was unable to swallow, unable to hold going to the bathroom, and had severe dry eyes. As I write this I have so many memories popping up, and it makes me realize there are too many situations to list. Perhaps I will write more about this in detail in the future.

In the year 2014 I decided to take control of my health by taking a more natural path to healing. This decision was the beginning of something incredible. My healing did not happen overnight and took many hours of research. Additionally, it took many Naturopathic, Functional, and Nutritionist doctors, along with massage and physical therapists to get me to where I am today. While there were positive and some negative experiences with these providers it was all necessary to my journey of healing.

I recently decided to take my journey public by starting a blog, posting on social media, and coaching others battling chronic disease. Little did I know that bringing my journey to the public would be such a blessing. I have made many new friends who inspire me to press on and continue this healing journey. A recent response to one of my Instagram posts has really been bothering me, though. The individual made a comment about “false hope”, which hit me hard. There is nothing about my journey that is false. I have worked hard to heal from my disease. I could have given up several times but had too much to live for: my family, friends, clients, and myself.

My story might seem impossible to those who follow me on social media. I believe that those who know and love me can attest to my honesty and healing. I have realized I cannot change the minds of individuals who might question my credibility. I am thankful that God has blessed me and made me a fighter. He has given me a loving spirit to put myself out there for others. My dream is to help others take hold of their health before autoimmune disease sets in. For now, I want to help those who struggle with both diagnosed and undiagnosed disease. I want to help them become a healing statistic rather than a statistic of chronic illness only being treated by drugs. There is more to healing. I know there is hope, and my passion is to continue to spread that hope. Incurable disease does not mean life is over, it means your body is crying out for change!