09/04/2025
After the shock of the diagnosis, I was left with a strange clarity.
A knowing that I would find a way to heal.
But life leading up to that moment had been relentless.
Symptoms of something wrong had been building.
I was heading into my fourth year of university.
Student loans were piling up.
Credit cards were maxed out.
And I was in a summer job practicum at the local municipality, where I faced intense workplace bullying.
That season had already pushed me to my limits, and the diagnosis became the breaking point.
I never went back to that practicum after the day I received the diagnosis. It just wasn’t worth it.
Even so, beneath all of the fear and exhaustion, the spark I talked about in Part I stayed with me.
An inner voice repeating: This is not going to be my story.
I clung to that voice, because it gave me hope.
And I began searching obsessively for the next step forward. I spent endless hours researching, sometimes in 8+ hour stints, until my partner would slowly close my laptop and coax me outside to get some nature.
I was desperate to find stories of people who had healed from MS or other “incurable” diseases.
If I knew other folks could do it, even if rare, I knew I could do it, too.
To my relief, I found a handful.
(Thank you, Dr. Terry Wahls. Thank you, Kris Carr.)
And that was enough to give me hope.
Next week in Part III, I’ll share the very first change I made, the one that gave me back a sense of control and became the foundation of my healing journey.
Thanks for reading. If you’ve ever been diagnosed with something while trying to hold the rest of your life together, you’ll understand how heavy this season felt.
I hope my story helps you, or someone you love, know that healing is possible. ♥️
