For the majority of my life, I struggled with constant fatigue, embarrassing acne, unpredictable digestive issues, period problems and mood swings that made me wonder who I really was. Most days it felt as if I moving through quicksand and I struggled both physically and mentally just to make it through the day.
I pushed through these symptoms the only way I knew how: with over the counter medications, exercise (when I could), and healthy eating. As time went on, things got worse...by the time I was a sophomore in college I was taking over 46 pills each day to manage my pain, digestive issues, fatigue and insomnia. I tried to eat healthy and I was getting plenty of exercise, but my body just wasn't cooperating with me.
I grew up in a lower middle class family, and I was the first female to go to university, so I was doing all that I could to make it to class. And since my track scholarship was the only way I could pay for school, quitting the team wasn't an option.
At first glance it appeared I had it all - I was fit, on the Dean's List, and I was attending one of the most prestigious schools in the country.....but I was falling apart on the inside. Popping pills for every symptom was beginning to wear on me, especially when the pills stopped working no matter how many I took. Then one spring morning, I collapsed on the track during a warmup. My body had given up. One minute I was running, and the next I was in the ER...