MY STORY

I am what is known as an integrative health practitioner, and while that may not sound particularly interesting, how I GOT here absolutely is! (Hint… I almost died!)

The story begins after going to school to complete a clinical fellowship and deciding to become a dietitian. I quickly realized this path was not for me, primarily because of the way in which the modern “Health Care Machine” treated people (pun intended). I decided to leave the profession but STAY at the hospital. I thrived in a clinical setting and still wanted to find a way to help people.

I knew that I loved to learn, loved unexpected challenges, and was thrilled to find new ways to make life better for people.

The reason for this was part of what was killing me (and maybe YOU!).

I have almost 10 years interacting with patients, accumulating knowledge from various naturopathic, functional, and integrative health programs and actively learning everything I can about various forms of clinical care.

But WHY? Because I was dying.

I was living a life that was painful, frustrating and exhausting. I woke up each morning after a fitful,

restless nightmare only to dread putting my feet on the floor. Moving my body in the morning

was an exercise in pain management. I’d make my way to the bathroom on swollen, painful feet, in the hopes of looking in the mirror to not confront a face of hives, worry or fear.

My body was shutting down system by system and no one knew why or what to do about it.

“Well, your blood work looks normal. Maybe you’re just stressed. Try to eat better and work out!”

My blood would boil each time this conversation took place! It was clear they thought my symptoms were just in my head.

Why couldn’t they see how my body was painstakingly, slowly but inexorably exiting “stage left?”

As anyone who feels their world is spinning out of control would do, I started to exhibit symptoms of OCD. The “ticks” got increasingly worse. Tasks that should’ve taken me 5 minutes took me an hour as I triple checked the lock on the door and ensured I unplugged the flat iron just one more time.

While I knew that working out was a good thing, it became a thing of the past. My physical threshold was unpredictable, and I could never gauge what would be “too” much for me to handle. My body would blow up like I’d been stung by 100 bees if I over did it.

Anger and rage would well up from nowhere and was almost too intense for me to handle.

I’d place myself in “time out” in my room and weep as I felt life spiraling out of control.

I can’t say suicide never crossed my mind.

In May of 2016 I finally received a diagnosis that SET ME FREE. I was a chronically ill patient; I had Lyme (along with 3 co-infections), EBV, CFS, Fibro, Sprue, and mycotoxicity. While the diagnosis was grim, at least I now had answers and I could begin the journey back to health.

I have been where you are. I understand your pain. If you don’t have the strength, I’ll offer it until you can find it.

MY STORY

I am what is known as an integrative health practitioner, and while that may not sound particularly interesting, how I GOT here absolutely is! (Hint… I almost died!)

The story begins after going to school to complete a clinical fellowship and deciding to become a dietitian. I quickly realized this path was not for me, primarily because of the way in which the modern “Health Care Machine” treated people (pun intended). I decided to leave the profession but STAY at the hospital. I thrived in a clinical setting and still wanted to find a way to help people.

I knew that I loved to learn, loved unexpected challenges, and was thrilled to find new ways to make life better for people.

The reason for this was part of what was killing me (and maybe YOU!).

I have almost 10 years interacting with patients, accumulating knowledge from various naturopathic, functional, and integrative health programs and actively learning everything I can about various forms of clinical care.

But WHY? Because I was dying.

I was living a life that was painful, frustrating and exhausting. I woke up each morning after a fitful, restless nightmare only to dread putting my feet on the floor. Moving my body in the morning was an exercise in pain management. I’d make my way to the bathroom on swollen, painful feet, in the hopes of looking in the mirror to not confront a face of hives, worry or fear.

My body was shutting down system by system and no one knew why or what to do about it.

“Well, your blood work looks normal. Maybe you’re just stressed. Try to eat better and work out!”

My blood would boil each time this conversation took place! It was clear they thought my symptoms were just in my head.

Why couldn’t they see how my body was painstakingly, slowly but inexorably exiting “stage left?”

As anyone who feels their world is spinning out of control would do, I started to exhibit symptoms of OCD. The “ticks” got increasingly worse. Tasks that should’ve taken me 5 minutes took me an hour as I triple checked the lock on the door and ensured I unplugged the flat iron just one more time.

While I knew that working out was a good thing, it became a thing of the past. My physical threshold was unpredictable, and I could never gauge what would be “too” much for me to handle. My body would blow up like I’d been stung by 100 bees if I over did it.

Anger and rage would well up from nowhere and was almost too intense for me to handle.

I’d place myself in “time out” in my room and weep as I felt life spiraling out of control.

I can’t say suicide never crossed my mind.

In May of 2016 I finally received a diagnosis that SET ME FREE. I was a chronically ill patient; I had Lyme (along with 3 co-infections), EBV, CFS, Fibro, Sprue, and mycotoxicity. While the diagnosis was grim, at least I now had answers and I could begin the journey back to health.

I have been where you are. I understand your pain. If you don’t have the strength, I’ll offer it until you can find it.

 

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