My Story

I wanted to start a blog where I addressed pertinent health information. But I knew in order to follow through with this goal, I would have to reveal a part of myself. I would have to expose the why ‘s to how I cared to get to the point of health. For example: Why would a twenty-something be writing a health blog when this very age bracket is generally found  shoving their face with cheetos and allowing neon colored beverages like Mountain Dew to swim through their organs? Those who are in my age range generally carry the perception that nothing can bring their bounding energy to a halt, or catapult their body into utter destruction. They are still under the impression that they are invincible.

I’m a wakeup call to the seemingly invincible.

In late 2009, it would seem all the stars aligned together for my health to turn south. I had a genetic mutation which I was unaware of all of the years of my life (a mutation, that I’m finding out isn’t as rare as I once assumed).

I was placed in a building that had toxic mold for about three months in 2009. I had bizarre symptoms cropping up: a swollen face, swollen eyelids, the beginnings of neurological issues, bruises covering the landscape of my body, feeling constantly antsy, yet never having the energy to fully complete tasks. I moved away from the toxic house, but the symptoms just worsened. By that point, it was too late; the toxins had already initiated their entrance into every part of my body leading to a systemic infection.

Translation: I was sick. And I was sick with the worst kind of sick- the kind that didn’t pose a clear-cut remedy.

Progressing further in my condition, the infection made it nearly impossible to move. I had listed over forty new symptoms that afflicted my body. I no longer looked like myself, and I no longer felt like myself. It felt like I was a hundred year old elephant that was transplanted into the sea. It felt foreign to move. And when I did move, it was like I was participating in a marathon.

After months of confusion from an ambiguous health condition, I was given pills. I thought it was my saving grace. Instead, it acted like an A-bomb throughout my body- bringing a destructive force to the mold infection, but with my organs unable to carry the infection out of my system, it stayed within the walls of my body.

I’m still emotionally scarred from the experience. In this time, the infection settled itself in my brain which led to extreme psychological and brain abnormalities. I was barely able to read, write, or speak at the time. My compromised ability to do much of anything makes this next line even more astounding. Through what seemed like a miracle from God, I was able to research, which led me to injecting mega doses of vitamin C through my veins (through a doc of course- not liquefied Aiborne and a homemade IV).

Yet wellness took time. Wellness wasn’t a quick fix, even with injectable vitamin C. Wellness required me to take responsibility for my health and take some pretty extreme measures to some. I cut out sugar. Completely. The only form detected was in berries and apples. I drank veggies, and scoured the stores for more healthful options. I ate like each bite was medicine to my body, because I couldn’t afford to eat poison.

See I know that even with my genetic mutation that eating healthy, keeping my body fit, and through maintaining proper ways to cope with stress, I may not have ever gotten sick in the first place. My body wasn’t protected, thus, it was easy for the “big bad wolf” of sickness to blow down my house of flimsy cards. It wasn’t a brick house. But I’ve been rebuilding my body since those days, placing the proper mortar and bricks in place to ensure health.

 These pages will be filled with my passion to help those that seem helpless in their medical condition. It will also be pages to aide those who are well, or those slightly ailing to find their own path to ensuring wellness.

This is a place for you and your  journey.