It started when I was a child. Severe allergies — my eyes would swell shut, my nose ran non-stop. My father smoked three packs a day, and my body reacted to it. But the doctors had a different answer: I was a hypochondriac. Even after my tonsils ruptured, they told me it was in my head.

So I learned, young, not to trust my own body. Since the "experts" said I was imagining it, I came to distrust the intuition, how I felt, and eventually, the very people who were supposed to help me.

By twenty, it had settled into my gut. I told the doctors, and they down played it, or totally ignored my pains and issues. I still kept going, because that's what you did, and hoping for a different result, but after a while, I just learned to "deal" with it. Denial was a place I lived for way too long.

By fifty, my body had had enough of being ignored. My lung collapsed. A year later my thyroid came out — a calcified goiter the size of an egg. I had changed and limited my diet and exercised. I kept getting sick.

Somewhere in all of it, one specialist even told me he didn't know why I was in such pain — but to go ahead and take up to 2400 milligrams of ibuprofen a day anyway. Everything in me was screaming, because I knew that would only make things worse.

I'd stopped trusting the white coats by then — but I wasn't looking for a charlatan with a miracle cure, either. I wanted real answers.

My actual healing started when I met an acupuncturist who had had a similar journey with Western medical doctors. She introduced me to muscle testing — something she'd learned from an Eastern medicine practitioner who had helped her heal. I finally had a way of letting my body answer the questions: what it needed, and what I needed to stop putting in and on it. That not only started my healing journey, it opened my eyes to energy work, and then into sound.

I realized the root of my dis-ease wasn't just in my body. It was old trapped energy and emotions in my energy field. Old childhood wounds I hadn't even thought about for years, were trapped in my body for decades, affecting me in ways I never could have imagined.

When I started releasing what I'd held for so long, my body finally began to heal. Today, in my 60s and vibrant — in a body restored by learning to listen to my inner wisdom.

My Story