A Long Journey Home
In 2011, my life changed and the Universe set me on a path I could only see in faraway dreams, hidden beneath the anxieties I carried since before I could remember. Before such dreams manifested, the nightmares appeared real. In a pivotal turning point of crisis, after years of longstanding mental and emotional strife, I fell ill and did not recover. The onset felt like I had the flu (or worse) every single day, and yet a part of me knew it was deeper than that. My whole body seemed to be shutting down. The chronically anxious and depressed yet high functioning nervous system I relied upon to engage with life’s demands was now sending a clear signal - it refused to operate under the same stressful conditions, the increasingly apparent lack of self-care and self-love, and forced me to consider a new path I would not have otherwise allowed. I could not sleep nor could I function awake, my brain felt offline. Unable to think or to cry, the pain and fatigue felt like being lost in the undercurrent of a giant wave with no understanding of the overwhelming forces swirling around me and within me. I was panicked, despairing, and in anguish. After a spree of appointments searching for answers from the traditional medical community, I was diagnosed with “chronic fatigue syndrome,” a label used when others cannot be found. Did I have every symptom listed for this condition? Yes. Did it provide answers to my search? No. I tried everything the traditional medical and psychological communities had to offer: medications, psychotherapy, nutrition and diet, rigorous exercise, and much, much more. I sought out healers far and wide across the landscape of traditional and alternative practices. I desperately wished for answers to my suffering and went many nights, months, and years wondering if they would ever come.
I sought all sorts of external energy boosts and pain relief to stimulate me or get me through the day, but not until I was able to recognize the powerful energy lying dormant inside me - you might call it kundalini, prana, chi, or simply, the life force that animates all things - was my journey able to take shape. My mind-body (or body-mind) experience was a representation of the deeper emotional wounds and subconscious limiting beliefs I carried about myself, others, and the world: the conditioning from past experience, ancestry, and beyond, otherwise known as trauma, which was constricting and holding hostage the energetic life force of my being and the pathway to a healthy, safe, and abundant life.
Throughout my journey, I took bits and pieces from the healers I encountered across the spectrum of science and spiritual arts. As a grad student in clinical psychology, I learned from a psychoanalytic, attachment-oriented, and trauma-informed perspective about the influence of unconscious forces and early relational experiences manifested through a uniquely wired nervous system to produce an infinite array of physical, emotional, and mental symptoms of distress. A part of me had always known that a label like “CFS,” let alone any other complex medical or psychiatric diagnosis, could not truly unearth the roots of my suffering, but I was not yet ready to journey deeper within and discover the answers I sought. My intuition - the inner guidance we all possess beyond the conscious thinking mind - had not yet received permission to speak louder than my conditioned patterns of fear and self-doubt. The pain felt connected to everything I had ever suffered from in my life. It was physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual suffering. Only when I was open to learn from my inner experience rather than run from it was I able to glimpse what my life could become.
Over time, I began recognizing a deeper truth of who I am beyond the fear conditioning and feelings of unworthiness that had dictated all prior thinking and decision making. I felt an expanded awareness of my mind-body experience becoming more and more intensely available in every moment, providing me choices beyond what seemed to be a pre-determined, helpless fate. I began to sense I was not broken nor did I need to be fixed in the ultimate sense, though I was in desperate need of radical change and the courage to let the pieces of my life fall where they may.