Desolation to Divinity
Most of you reading this know my story, but I wanted to share this post I shared on my Meg Happens Facebook page today:
That first photo turns my stomach. My husband took it just a few years ago at a biological health center, while I was my sickest. At the time, I couldn’t sleep, was having inexplicable hypertensive crises and bouts of tachycardia. My gut was leaky and infested with parasites. I was unable to tolerate most foods and couldn’t properly absorb nutrients. I was stumbling around in the thickest fog & little did I know that it was less about my physical health and more about trauma I was desperately repressing. Or rather, the two went hand-in-hand. That fog was mainly dissociation, but my health troubles conveniently masked that underlying truth.
I can remember thinking at the time that I knew there was much more to my illnesses than the physical, but I was SO afraid to face the truth.
One thing I did have aside from my daughter & reason for fighting, amazing support from my husband & in-laws, friends and community, was HOPE. Deep down I always had a strong faith and I knew in my heart that I would be guided to the resources I needed to heal.
As you probably know by now, it was my heart that needed healing. I had to heal childhood trauma and get myself out of a lifelong state of fight-or-flight in order for my body to be in a state of healing to tolerate meds, foods, and supplements.
I only wish I had known over the last two decades, just how interrelated the mind & body are. Trauma from a young age set the stage for a weakened immune system and made me the perfect host for all kinds of bugs.
I had shingles at age 5, and constant UTIs. I was a sad and stressed out kid, though I often hid it well.
I felt inclined to share this today not only to tell my story to emphasize the importance of healing trauma so you can heal your body, but to remind you to be kind, always. We don’t know what someone is going through.
Also, teachers, parents: keep an eye on your students and your kids’ friends.. and your own kids. The signs of abuse can be blatant or very subtle. But they are always there.
Don’t be afraid to get involved if you feel like something is off. You just might be saving a life. I almost lost mine many times to my own demons.
I thank God that I’m still here today to share this with you. 🙏🏼
Feel free to share and help spread the message of hope & healing & the mind/body connection.
I recently added a Healing Resources link to my Home page, so check it out if you haven’t. It lists all the self help resources that I used and found most helpful during my own healing process.
Wishing you peace in your heart & pep in your step today. Here’s to good health! 🤗🙏🏼❤️
**Oh- second pic was a year ago when it hit me how far I’d come & how free I finally felt, and the last one is today: healthier than ever☺️**