And the journey of healing myself begins......
The road of healing is not an easy one..... the road to illness, well now that's been a long waterslide for me- easy, slippery and downhill fun all the way. When I hit that pool at the bottom, which I did three months ago, I realized how high that climb back up to the top was going to be. The last 10 years have been so hard on my body- let me rephrase that, I have been so hard on my body. After so many years of overworking myself, over-giving and only minimally addressing my basic physical needs- I finally hit bottom. My body gave up. I thought all was well until about three months ago I crashed physically. I could barely sleep more than a few hours at a time without waking up with nightmares and anxiety. My heart would be racing and my stomach growling. My blood sugar was crashing and signaling my adrenals to wake me up quickly so that I would wake up the next day. My adrenals were on their last limb and I was feeling it in every way. My body ached all the time