"Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food"
— Hippocrates
I started to work with the Chiropractor and serve the masses of people that had lost hope in the community. I started to do screenings, and help people live a better life. I was loving it, but there was a part of me that said I want more. I decided I would go to massage school after work to see if it would be an effective way of learning to help people. I loved it, and I was learning a lot. Even when I was having crazy life issues being at the office or at school was my way to get the most out of my day. I was hustling through life. I would hand out business cards everyday, and bring people to the office. translating to spanish speakers and living an awesome and thought provoked life. I started learning about fish oil and nutrition from the doctor. He and his family were very supportive people, and I owe them a lot in my life. They are some of the few that never have given up on me even when I had nothing to offer but a broken heart and dreams.
I decided that I was so inspired after massage school that I wanted to go to chiropractic school. I wanted to change lives like he did, and wanted to mimic everything he did. I started my journey in chicago. I started basic sciences and squeaked by as many classes as possible. I started dating a girl, and man was I head over heels. I thought the world of her, and I did everything I could to help her. Too bad when it got down to it the toxicity I had exposed myself to would mix with her toxic nature and make me sick. I started my first trimester of chiropractic school, and was eating out as much as I could to keep up with the rat race. I was unable to concentrate and asked the dean to review papers with a neurological diagnosis. I got extended time, and it got me at least semi-mediocre grades. Not good enough for the state I was in, and I saw a clinician that day I got grades. He was super critical when I told him I was thinking of leaving. He told me "Boards will not take it easy on you, and life hasn't either. You might as well give up now while you have the chance. You are mediocre at academics at best." What a confidence boost. My then girlfriend decided that breaking up with me was too much work, and left me without telling me anything. My world was falling apart. I didn't have the heart to tell the doctor that his pride and joy had fallen through the cracks. I decided I would go to another chiropractic school. I packed up my things and moved to Georgia. Things faired better for me in the south. I was passing classes and making pretty decent grades. I lived in the 4th floor apartment with no elevator. (I always had a fire escape plan to jump into the tree across the way, but thank God I never had to do it!) 4 quarters passing by and I was growing frustrated. My reading ability was dropping every quarter. I was staring at books and pictures for hours on end trying to make sense of them. I was burning out. I got to a radiology class and figured out something traumatic. I NEVER learned how to study. Holy crap! I was heading towards one of my hardest classes and I never learned how to study? Now to put it together for finals? How am I going to do it! I pulled through the majority of my classes and decided I had a genius idea. I would blame my professors for making the classes to hard, and try and get people to support me. That lead me to move to South Carolina. Where I had more of the same issues. I could not read, I could not sleep, and my life was in shambles. I with a broken heart came back. All my friends had moved on in their studies and I was playing catch-up.
I decided enough was enough at that point, and I started seeing one of my teacher's who was a neuro-diplomate. I told him my issues, and what I was struggling with at the time. He did an exam, and told me I had more then a few things wrong. I had a cascade that had grown out of control. I was crushed, but willing to do whatever he told me to do. I started seeing him. I learned more about the brain and inflammatory responses. I saw no results for a while. My eyes would not track on their own, and my skin would just break out whenever. I kept on trying to go to school, and had to drop the majority of my classes. I had failed once again in my eyes. Why was I having such a hard time? Was I just dumb? I had just met a girl at the time, and was head over heel's again. She left me because I started acting really harshly. (Looking back I don't blame her. Hell I would have run too!) I tried to justify myself... using everything I could because everything I had was being lost. She walked away. My mom who I tell most everything too was heart broken. She saw my dedication, and she didn't know why things were not working out. I hadn't drank to that point, but I started to have wine. It was my way of numbing the world out, and it was the final nail in the coffin. That quarter ended up with me not passing some classes again. I was in complete and utter tears. Almost 3 years of my life trying to be a world changer, and I could not save myself. I couldn't get what I wanted because I was too dumb to do so... the negativity I had shoved inside me started coming out.
I blamed my genes, I blamed my past choices, I blamed everything, and I blamed God. I said God why would you bring me out to the freaking south so far from my family to die. Die of debt, die of loneliness, and die from a broken heart. I remember that night very clearly. I had walked out on the girl after telling her how much I cared about her, and seeing her scars I saw my own. Not only did it kill me, but in one instance my life was doomed if something drastic did not happen. I started to show up that night and write down everything I had done, and got consults from as many professionals as I could. Both professionals wanted to put me on pharmaceutical grade lithium. I decided to go with the natural form as it was "less" toxic. It made me worse at response time, and worse at studying. However, it made me honest with myself... even more then before. I decided that I was going to do an elimination diet based on the paleo diet, maker's, and gracie's diet. The paleo was the one that ended up working the best for me. Simple, raw, and alkaline.
I started to see a practitioner for NET (chiropractic technique) that focused on energy and breathing. Along with my adjustments things started to happen. My ability to hold adjustments increased, and my breathing patterns increased. I finally found the beginnings of a solution! Stay Tuned.
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