sharing openly and honestly

So I've been too conservative, not unfiltered or honest enough.
Three years ago I crashed hard hard hard.
I went from living what I thought life should be, to realizing I had been living an illusion.
I was upside down in an instant.
It wasn't an adjustment, it was finding pieces of myself and seeing what I could reclaim if anything.
I had a very traumatic experience.
The road back has been the toughest and best experience of my life.
I found out I had Primary Progressive MS at 57, three years ago.
No cure (so they say) and very limited treatment options.
I didn't buy it.
I said fuck that.
I'm charting my own course and finding a way to heal.
I'll write my own damn story.
I found a lot of great information I never would have known if I wouldn't have been forced down my current path.
I've yet to meet the first Dr. from Baylor that's broken bread with a Shaman. Nothing against Baylor, Harvard or wherever, but they represent the box created by Western medicine. I blew that fucking box up.
I've studied any subject that held even a glimmer of hope. Religions of the world, nutrition, psychology, any kind of spirituality one can dream up. Every type of herb. Ancient Chinese medicine, no stone unturned.
Nothing against Baylor, but it represents a mind set created by Western medicine which will sell you very expensive shit, but can't heal its way out of a wet paper sack.
Amazingly today I represent hope.
I'm healing.
The answers are out there waiting.
There wasn't a single ah-ha moment, it's discovering how to connect the dots to draw a picture of the solution.
What does healing look like for me today? That is the most important question.
You're solution is waiting to be found.