It was October 2021 when I first visited the Cleveland Clinic. After a year of struggling, I finally found a doctor who could help me understand why my body was shutting down. At just 37, I was dying, and no one had answers.
By then, my medical chart was already overflowing with diagnoses: Endometriosis, Fibromyalgia, Chronic Pain Syndrome, IBS, GERD, Sleep Apnea, POTS, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, and more. I felt trapped in a 90-year-old body, terrified of what aging might bring because the pain was already unbearable.
But as it turned out, the pain wasn’t just maladaptive, as doctors had told me. My body was failing.
In early 2022, two new diagnoses were added to my medical list: PTSD and FND (Functional Neurological Disorder). These were the keys to understanding how childhood trauma—emotional, mental, and physical abuse—had left a lasting imprint on my brain and body. Everything began to make sense.
That’s when my journey to holistic healing began.
From 2022 to now, I’ve been unemployed, having lost my career to my health. Yet, in that loss, I discovered so much more. My focus shifted entirely to staying alive, and as I healed, I began to work on learning how to thrive—a process that continues to this day.
Over the past year, I’ve reflected on how far I’ve come. I’ve defied what doctors thought was possible. I’ve healed in ways that seem to defy medical logic. December 2022 was a turning point: I couldn’t walk more than 100 feet at a time. My pain was unbearable, and I had tremors in my hands and feet.
Today, I can walk up to a mile, and the tremors are few and far between.
Sometimes, I forget just how severe the pain once was, because for the first time in my life, I experience pain-free days. Yet, I never lose sight of how far I’ve come and how much has changed.
As of now, I’m still not employed, but tomorrow, I’ll release my first book.
It’s a testament to the transformation I’ve undergone—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
Looking back at the past 12 months, I admit there are moments of sadness. My physical world hasn’t fully caught up to the spiritual peace I’ve found within. Yet, I sit here today, filled with profound joy and certainty that 2025 will be a year of magic. I feel it deeply, in my bones, at the core of my soul.
The progress I’ve made in the past year is a sign of what’s to come.
I’m dreaming of a move to Europe, living in a cottage surrounded by hills and nature. Writing daily, nurturing myself through self-care, and continuing to learn, grow, heal, and share my wisdom with the world. So here we are, putting it out in the universe to allow it to manifest.
Stay tuned—the best is yet to come.
