01/25/2026
This is my story — and I’m sharing it because I know I’m not alone.
Depression has been part of my life since my early 20s. It’s something I’ve managed, lived with, and learned from over decades. But it wasn’t until my 50s that I truly began to understand my body — especially the role of gut health, inflammation, oxidative stress, and how deeply they affect mood, weight, and overall wellbeing.
That journey led me to study… and study… and study.
Including becoming an Integrative Nutritionist.
Ironically, as I get older, I find it harder to recall all the information I once held so confidently. Not because it isn’t true — but because when you’re tired, inflamed, overwhelmed, and emotionally stretched, knowledge alone doesn’t always translate into action.
About 12 months ago, I was actually feeling amazing.
But looking back honestly… I was doing it all for someone else.
Then I went back to work full-time.
Partly to support my family financially.
Partly for the challenge of turning a community shop around — which, I’m proud to say, has been successful.
But in that process… I lost myself again.
This time it hit differently.
At 58, with inflammation I wasn’t managing as well as I should have, oxidative stress quietly building, and a sugar addiction that raised its head after I gave up alcohol, my body changed in ways I’d never experienced before.
I became bigger than I’ve ever been.
Even though I’m on my feet all day.
Even though I “know better”.
Like many people (especially women like me), I don’t love exercise or sport. And I was desperately looking for something that would actually help — not punish me, not overwhelm me, not add another impossible thing to my plate.
I knew what my body needed… yet I felt powerless.
So, I searched. And searched.
I heard about GLP-1.
Peptides.
Stacking.
But honestly? I felt bamboozled. Overloaded with information. Paralysed by choice.
I didn’t want another “magic drink”.
I didn’t want extremes.
I didn’t want complexity.
I just wanted simple.
Supportive.
Something that worked with my body — not against it.
And for the first time in a long while, I believe I’ve found that.
This isn’t about perfection.
It’s about coming home to myself — gently, honestly, and with the wisdom that only lived experience brings.
If you’re feeling lost in your own body…
If you know what to do but feel stuck…
If you’re tired of carrying it all alone…
You’re not broken.
And you’re not alone. 💛