Less than two years ago I made the decision to give my resignation. 

I did not know what my future would hold. If I would ever be able to return to physical therapy, cycling or enjoying the mountains at elevation. 

If you asked that girl in the second photo if she ever thought she’d see the girl in the 4th, she’d say only in her dreams. This is my healing journey, understanding and recognizing our bodies are miraculous healing machines…

Drainage…

How do we take something that has been made so complex and break it down to understand it?

Think of the drains in your house. The kitchen sink drains down to the basement or under the home (think lymphatic system). Gravity helps. What if something is too big or greasy for the sink to break down? The garbage disposal and soap help (just like the liver and gallbladder).

I am learning that there are many other people out there struggling with different health challenges as I walk this journey recovering from the effects of toxic mold. The one thing that we all have in common is the desire to help others, the necessity to self-advocate and the feeling of isolation.

“The cost was overwhelming, but I knew we needed to be thorough in order for healing to be permanent. “