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The day has arrived and I am super excited to share with you in the creation of my latest book. Welcome my friends to my latest project... I have launched a Patreon site to help me to finance the creation of a Health and Wellness Journey guide. By supporting the project you will not only be helping me to finance my work but will also be helping those who are not financially secure enough to afford a Health and Wellness coach. Let's face it... chronic illness can destroy a persons financial stability yet poverty should never interfere with and individuals right to find their way to health and happiness. This project is about offering the same information I offer in my one on one coaching at a fraction of the cost. Each month I will release articles, chapters and tips to help assist people on their own journey to Health and Wellness.
Patrons will have the opportunity to get access to articles on Health and Wellness, Chapters and journals that document my thought process during the creation of this project. Ever wonder what I am really thinking??? Like no-holds-barred not holding anything back for fear of public sensitivities being offended… now’s your chance to find out.
Here’s a bit of a sample of one of the articles released this month…
“Tips to Help You Deal With The Anxiety Dragon.
For Chronic Pain sufferers’ life is challenging enough due to the physical limitations that they struggle to overcome every day without the added burden of emotional angst. Unfortunately, for most people suffering from Fibromyalgia, the pain is only one part of a complex problem. Having Fibromyalgia is like being in a semi-permanent state of light or flight; basically your body is always on high alert which leads to unreasonable attacks of intense fear. Doctors are only now beginning to understand that Fibro is a nervous system disorder and have thankfully begun to treat the emotional body along with the physical. Still, around the world, fibro warriors wake each morning facing fears that their mind has artfully created out of nothing. Unfortunately, knowing that your fears are not based on a reality or truth of your current situation doesn’t stop the effects that those fears have on your mental well-being. While some doctors are willing to help treat the anxiety with medication, not everyone is willing to take or can afford prescription drugs. Thankfully there are several different natural ways to deal with and treat anxiety. Though it may not remove it from your life completely, it will help you to manage it and allow you to find your way back into some semblance of a more relaxed emotional state of being.
!. Water, water and more water… I know this sounds crazy, but I have learned over the years that if I wake up in the morning with WTF is happening going on in my brain, if I take the time to drink some water it helps to calm my racing heart. Symptoms of dehydration can often mimic the symptoms of an anxiety attack, so when the anxiety dragon attacks, being dehydrated can compound the symptoms and make them worse. The trick is to keep a bottle beside you at all times (yes beside your bed too) and to take slow, deliberate sips over a period of 10 – 15 minutes. While drinking the water, try to mentally talk to your body, let it know that you hear that it is in distress and will do what you can to ease its suffering. Concentrating on taking care of your bodies basic needs will help to ease you back out fight or flight.
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I have already posted a couple other things to get started, the first of which I will also share here... so if you want to know why I am doing this, by all means keep reading.
Did you know? Today marks exactly 10 years to the day that I first touched down in the Philippines and began the remarkable adventure that eventually became my first book Truth – My Synchromystic Journey. It’s strange to think that it’s been a decade since I embarked on this deep dive into a life that is the complete opposite of the life I was previously living. It’s been an intense journey.
Today should be a day for celebrating, not only is it my ten year rebirth day but it is also the day I just synchromystically happen to be launching this new project. A project that will not only give me an opportunity to focus on the thing that I am most passionate about but that will hopefully be a way for those who are suffering from chronic pain to easily access information that will help to launch them on a journey to health and wellness.
Unfortunately anxiety doesn’t work that way. There is no rhyme or reason to the fears people like me face on a daily basis. I wish I could explain it, put it into words, after all, I supposed to be a wordsmith by trade but the truth is that it’s not something that you can make tangible. Still, I guess I can give it a go…
I want to do things, I want to get up in the morning and embrace the day. I want to celebrate all the awesomeness that is this incredible journey that is life and every night when I go to bed I tell myself that tomorrow will be the day when I will wake up and all will be right with the world. Tomorrow never comes… instead I wake up each day with this feeling like something horrible is about to happen, like I am staring down the barrel of a gun and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the person holding it is going to pull the trigger. I can’t breathe; my chest is tight, and my body is frozen in expectation of my imminent demise. I know that the end is coming and there’s not a damn thing that I can do about it, and the worst part is, I don’t care. Pull the trigger, dear God please, pull the trigger so I don’t have to live like this anymore. It would be easier you know, on everybody… People wouldn’t have to take care of me, they would be free to live their lives as they want. Free to enjoy the fruits of their labour without the burden of caring for someone who can’t care for themselves. Thoughts race through my head, jumbled up and incoherent, each and every one reminding me how useless my life is. I mean what’s the point of it all??? Obviously I am deluding myself, the work I do has no meaning, it doesn’t improve the lives of others, it doesn’t pay my bills or help my husband have an easier life, a life that allows him to focus on his own wants and needs. Who am I kidding really? It’s not worth it, it’s not really worth anything… which means I’m not worth anything and so why even bother getting out of bed.
Yeah… I know – it’s pretty dark… a dark, nasty, evil little lie that worms its way into my head every day, multiple times a day. That is what it’s like to live with anxiety and depression, that’s what it’s like to live with a chronic pain disorder that is caused by a wonky nervous system. That is life for millions of people around the world who fight like hell every day just to find the courage to crawl out of their beds and face the world that they are convinced hates them. They do it anyway… I do it anyway…
Because on some level we recognize that people care, we hear them when they offer us love and support and we allow ourselves we be led out of the dark by that love. Somehow, someway, someone always manages to say the right thing at just the right time and it inspires in me a desire to do more, to be more and to give more.
That is what today is all about…
It is about being the best possible version of myself that I can be.
So what does that mean???
It means that because I have these medical challenges my absolute first priority must always be my health. Mentally/emotionally/physically – these things must be the center of my focus at all times or I will inevitably spiral out of control and in too short a time I will be right back to where I was a little over a year ago. I’m not going back. I refuse to go back and if that means making ridiculous sacrifices so that my body can be happy then so be it.
So here I sit, on Valentines Day, almost 4000 miles away from the man I love because to put it simply we have no choice. I was sick for years, I couldn’t work, couldn’t create content, couldn’t do much of anything really so all my dream, hopes and aspirations melted away as our savings dwindled and we sunk deeper and deeper into debt. Still we fought… he worked hard putting in inhuman hours in an attempt to catch us up. The harder he worked the more we seemed to get behind. I fought equally as hard to get well but it cost us dearly. The supplements and treatments my body needs to survive in Canada aren’t covered by our governments medical programs and even though I managed to go back to work for a time the winter months crept up on us and the doctor advised me to move to warmer climes. You see my body and the cold have been at war for each other for years, and each year the effects of winter seem to hit harder than the one before. The Fibromyalgia causes me to be extremely sensitive to cold, so sensitive in fact that even when it is 20c outside I shiver if I am not dressed warmly enough. Thanks to the Myofacial Syndrome, when I shiver my muscles lock up and they can stay locked up for days, weeks or even months if I am not careful. The pain is excruciating and it prevents me from being able to do what is necessary to contribute to our household. For years my illness has been a drain on our lives and so this year we decided to take a risk and send me to the one place we knew my body would thrive. It’s working, I am stronger and healthier than I have been in years.
Oddly enough it’s almost cheaper for me to live here, at least here my rent is low (because I am renting a room from a friend) and the cost of food is next to nothing. I don’t need the over $400 dollars a month in supplements that I need to survive in Canada. I don’t need the expensive organic food and the free range meats that keep my body strong; rather I do need them but here they are cheap and easy to access as opposed to Canada where everything that is good for your body is exorbitantly overpriced. So here my body is happy and my heart should be too because for once I am not in pain every day, for once in my life I can get up in the morning and get out of bed without wanting to cry. Except I do, want to cry that is, because my husband can’t be with me seeing as he is stuck in Canada doing his best to keep our heads above water. It’s not working, we’re sinking and to be perfectly honest, we have been for quite some time. We’re out of options. He’s a truck driver who can’t earn enough to pay off our debts and still pay rent so he lives in his truck. In fact, we’ve been essentially homeless for about 3 years now and though we have always managed somehow to have a roof over our heads it is the never knowing how that will work out that wears on our spirit. The last two summers we have lived in a beat up old RV that is missing its front end and is infested with mold. Two winters ago we lived in a motel room for the winter. In the months leading up to me leaving for Costa Rica, I lived with a friend. When I go back, I have no idea what I will be going back to and no way of knowing how it is we will get through the summer months. Yet I haven’t given up and even though it would be easier I plan to keep fighting for my right to have a better life.
We all deserve a better life, we all deserve to have safety and security and bodies that don’t hurt. We deserve better and even though at times it seems like there is absolutely no way out of the dark hole in which we find ourselves, somehow life has a way of surprising you if you just hold onto hope. Perhaps I am just too stubborn, but I think maybe that it is because I have seen miracles happen so many times that I truly believe that anything is possible. This patron site is my miracle. It’s the one thing that I know that I can do right now that will not only potentially help us to rise above our financial challenges but will also help others out there suffering through the same challenges.
That’s the cost of chronic illness… it takes EVERYTING from you and rarely gives anything back. It’s a thief that robs you of your sense of self-worth, your independence and your freedom. It’s relentless in its pursuit of your destruction.
And it can go to hell… I won’t let it win. That’s why we’re here today, that’s why I am pouring my heart and soul into this project because I will be damned if I will spend the rest of my life dreaming of a day when I don’t have to be afraid. It can’t have me, I won’t allow it. I will keep fighting and keep moving forward. I will… and here is why.
Because what I do does matter and it does change lives. A few days ago I received a message from a friend who wanted to thank me because she is now 2 months opioid free thanks to one conversation that we had about addiction. Another friend beat her Coca Cola addiction (she was drinking up to 14 a day and that shit WILL kill you) after we worked together for less than a month. Another friend lost 20 pounds and is back to here pre-baby weight thanks to the changes that I encouraged her to make to her diet and lifestyle. Every day I get a new message from someone who is inspired by my story or someone who has followed my work and has used what they have learned to find their way back to happy.
So yeah… what I do matters.
I am willing to bet that what you do matters too and that even though you think nobody is watching, your actions and your drive to keep moving forward inspires the people you share your life with. Really, can one ask for anything more?
So… let’s not give up just yet OK. Let’s keep dreaming and pushing and moving forward, even when we don’t know where forward will take us.
This is my forward, and if I do my job well, it might also be yours.
Blessings my friends until we speak again.
So… Join me won’t you on this new incredible adventure J
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Looking forward to seeing you there.