Fifteen years ago, my life was fueled by caffeine, sugar, and alcohol—every. single. day. I was exhausted, anxious, overwhelmed, and disconnected. My body ached, my mind was foggy, and I struggled with disordered eating. Worst of all, I wasn’t fully present for my three incredible daughters.

 

I never felt enough—not smart enough, not thin enough, not worthy enough. My value was tied to external validation and an endless to-do list. The stress and uncertainty were unbearable. I felt broken!

 

Then, I hit rock bottom. My joint pain became so severe that I couldn’t lift, bend, or even play with my daughters. When I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, doctors prescribed medication—but deep down, I knew there had to be another way.

 

So, I chose a different path.