Chronic Inflammation Seen Through Me Pt:1

"Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food" 

— Hippocrates

This is a touchy subject for me. For the good majority of my life I was told that I had a skin condition that was just something I would have to live with. I was told that everything that happened was because my genes dictated the outcome. I had accepted that I was going to be a sick kid. At the age of 22 I had a 20 degree scoliosis, bad skin, and could not shake off weight for the life of me. I had difficulties concentrating in school since an early age, and was later diagnosed with learning issues, but there had to be more. I thought and believed that God had greater things for me, but the walls seemed insurmountable. Could disease be reversed? Could the cure to "Idiopathic" be in the activation and expression of our cells? Could mental thoughts be the dictator of what I stuck with and how healthy I could become? In the next few paragraphs I will tell you my story, and the struggles I have had and why I overcame. 

Scientifically, the human body works in the majority of areas at a PH of 7.4-7.6. This is optimum for your cells to keep their shape, and to transport nutrients in and out of their membranes. You see your cells like you need balance. To be between the balance of 7 is balance for the body. Shifting towards the higher numbers can be beneficial if you are an athlete as it takes longer for you to become acidic during harder activities. That being stated I drift back to my childhood years. I loved milk and bread. I used to consume milk, bread, ice cream, rice, and meat like it was going out of style the next day. Heck, I remember stories of my grandmother giving me milk before bed every night when she would take care of me. I thought if everyone else said it was good it was good enough for me. 

Later in life, I started to attend school and realized that there were a lot of things my brain had a hard time doing. I struggled putting things into sequence, keeping spacial and symmetrical things in order and contrast. I just thought it was not my thing, so I kept on living my life. I would test out of classes and grades, but soon be put back into regular classrooms as I could not keep up with the "elite". Why? What made me different? I had good parents who cared about me, fed me, sent me with lunch, and lunch money. I was lacking nothing. Sure I was a little fat, and short, and I had a few zits here and there but I was a kid. I didn't know any better and I thought it was normal. I never questioned and pushed on. I finally made it to high school, and was ecstatic.

I was only 5' at the time and had lost all my extra weight. In fact I am sure there are some washers at home depot that weighed more then I did at the time. I had made it through the first phase of my life. All thorough out school I was told I was daydreaming, not applied, and that I was just plain lazy. I had all the potential in the world, but never used it. In high school I made the effort to change that and started to workout. I worked out with the biggest boys I could find. My parents were strict, so majority of sports teams and after school activities were out of the question. I would wrestle with the boys on the wrestling team when I could, or was seen in the weight room with the "athletes" trying to keep up. I wasn't as strong as them, but my competitive spirit was never broken. I think that helped me mentally stay in the game. Physically, I still had bad skin, bad coordination, and was just far inferior to the rest of my class. I still struggled with mathematical and spatial logic, and again didn't question it. I just kept on saying it's not my thing I will let it go. I started to see a pattern, but because I was good at other things I just left it alone. I finally made it out of high school, and got into college and more of the same happened. I was getting worse and worse however. My skin was really bad, and the creams the doctor's gave me made me feel like I was being basted for thanksgiving. My scoliosis started causing me pain. I started off College with the aspirations of being a PE. Teacher. It's hard to become one when you can't participate in the activities. My brain was just not working on the path it should've been. My body was falling apart in more ways then I could count. The doctors were telling me scoliosis was something I was going to have to live with, and I could not do anything about the skin or pain issues I was having. I just couldn't accept it. 2 years in I took my basic skills exam to see how competent I was with the first two years of material. The noises in the testing hall were so distracting I could not concentrate. I finished the 4 1/2 hour exam hoping to God I passed. I didn't, and was delayed a semester. I was so frustrated I went back to school and changed my major to my minor just so I could get out. This soon would start to open my eyes to things unknown. 

I went to my first criminology class I could remember that the topics were about the social system, and how we were being fooled and being led like sheep to the slaughter. I couldn't really believe the stuff that was being said, right? It was a crime for people to falsify and sell goods that were not really where they were supposed to be! I started to listen to the unjust issues that had happened over the past few years. People locked up with no trial, crops being modified and sold as real food even though they were genetically different. This was a different world then the one I knew. I kept on going to as many lectures as I could to learn more, however, if these people were lying to me I wanted to have enough evidence. I started to do research and see if they were telling me unjustified lies. Was this really happening in america? American the beautiful and the true? Yes. 

I read about monsanto and all the things they were doing with agent orange back in times of war. How they made a similar product for our crops eventually requiring them to spray it on it for them to germinate. I wrote my report and my teachers loved it. My classmates not too much. They told me I had bought into the lies and that the internet was full of them. I just stored it in my head, and moved on. 

At the age of 23 my life would change when I met a chiropractor. He asked me for a chance to help me with my scoliosis. Little would I realize he would open my way to uncovering myself in a new light. At that time I was in a toxic relationship, with toxic people all around me. From work to home the toxicity in my mental, physical and spiritual life was 10 fold. I went to see my chiropractor and he told me about my issues. I frankly told him he was crazy, and that I didn't believe him. I had been to over 15 doctors including specialist. They told me my neurological symptoms would never go away if anything they would get worse. (The Negativity in my life had polluted my mind.) I was hopeless, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. He said to give him a chance. Something made me say yes. I started the process, and got my first adjustment. That was the first time my back didn't hurt when I sat up in 20+ years of life. He started to explain to me about the human body, nervous system, and the complex yet simple nature behind the control. I started getting adjusted 3 times a week. Letting my body start to heal and started doing corrective exercises at the office as well. I was well on my way to getting better. I started to realize the toxic nature of the environments I was around all the time. I decided that I would do something about it. I talked to the chiropractor and asked if I could work in his office one off day, and I loved it. Helping people get better was the way to live. I went back to my old job, and resigned. I was never so scared, but liberated before in my life. I knew that I would learn a lot during that time. That I did... but I would fall off the cliff and go to a harder place in the future... that would not only test my determination, but my willingness to live. Stay Tuned.