Back in 2002, I had two small children who needed me but I was struggling, physically. I was sick! it seemed it hit me like a train coming out of nowhere. I became very weak, any minor activity pushed me to the limits, washing my hair was a chore as I couldn't lift my arms up, playing with my kids was tiring, I could barely hold a pencil in my hand. One day, when my husband came home from work he found me laying on the kitchen floor. I was so exhausted I could not make it to the couch. So I just laid down where I was at the time. This went on for several months. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure who could help me. My first instinct was to go see my family physician. He was very puzzled but assured me he would do whatever it takes to find out what was causing my condition. First he sent me for blood work, then an ECG, then a MRI, then a CAT scan and when all these tests came back negative he was stumped. There was no medical explanation for any of these symptoms. At every specialist appointment I had to re-tell my story (at the time I didn't know how damaging that was) and every negative result indicated I was making this all up. I felt like no one understood what I was going through. The last attempt was a visit to a neurologist to test my muscle responsiveness. This very unpleasant test yielded nothing new. The neurologist suggested muscle biopsy. When I refused, I was told it's all in my head and was handed a prescription for anti-depressants. I felt defeated.
I was desperate, at the end of the rope, standing on the cliff of a suicide. But wait! I had two small children who need their mom. I refused to give up!
I've shared my troubles with a friend. One day she told me about taking courses to become a BodyTalk practitioner and that she could tell me about it and do a session. I had nothing to loose. I also didn't know what to expect. She started pulling only arm asking questions but she did not want me to say anything. She was asking my body. And, my body was giving her the answers. How is this possible? (click here to read more on how BodyTalk works). Oh my gosh my body can do that? What else can it do? I was excited. At that moment I knew BodyTalk was my ticket to well being.
However, at that time I did not truly appreciate how amazing the human body really is and that when given the right direction it can start healing itself. Little did I know that the symptoms I was experiencing were my body's cries for help. My body was talking to me through the symptoms of muscle weakness but I had no clue what it was saying, I din't know how to listen. BodyTalk gave my body a voice.
With every session, I became more tuned in to my body, I started listening better, I started feeling better. Not only that, when I felt better so did my family. My healing had a direct effect on them. I had enough energy to chase my little ones, my husband was over the moon seeing me getting better, I started listening to my body and when I felt "off" I knew it was time for a session. No more laying on the kitchen floor! I was in Paradise. My friend gave me hope and ultimately BodyTalk saved my life.
Even after almost 20 years I get regular sessions. Knowing that my body can heal itself gets me excited. Every headache, pain in my hip or cold sore are brand new observations of potential for improvement. What can my body heal now?
Healing is an inside job; only you can heal your body! BodyTalk gives your body a voice, a road map to a better you.
BodyTalk didn't just become part of life, it became my lifestyle. That is why I am here today, sharing my passion for BodyTalk with you. And you, my dear, are here reading these words because you are ready for a change. You were brought here for a reason. Just like my friend was brought to me.
Thank you for reading my story about my struggles and tribulations that made me stronger, happier and above all healthier.
I truly hope that my personal experience will inspire you to continue on your own journey to wellness.
Take care and thanks for reading all the way to the end!