For ten years, my whole life revolved around being ill and taking medication. At first it seemed to help, but the next flare-up always came. Stronger and stronger drugs, less and less to show for it.
My body was worn out, and so was my mind. Some weeks I spent days in bed with migraines. I could not be there for my children the way I wanted to be, and I felt guilty towards my partner. My world kept shrinking, and my confidence slowly drained away.
Eventually I ran out of options. The inflammation stayed, whatever medication I tried. The thought of a stoma edging closer terrified me.
So I decided to stop taking everything. What followed was sheer panic. I was on the toilet dozens of times a day and barely dared to leave the house. Even nipping out for groceries felt like a gamble.
But deep down I knew this could not be the end of it. I was sure food and lifestyle had to play a part. The moment I got proper guidance with that, everything changed.
I was taken seriously. My questions got answered. Instead of fear, I got explanations. Within a short time I already noticed the difference. My body started working with me instead of against me.
I no longer had to plan my days around toilets. The panic lifted. The trust came back.
It takes adjustment and discipline, but it has given me back something I thought I had lost for good: my life. And I want that for anyone standing where I once stood.
