Looking for the answers on how to heal.

Swinging an Easter basket in one hand wearing her new yellow frilly dress, and black shiny patent leather shoes running through the tufts of thick green grass, searching frantically for colorful candy filled plastic easter eggs, that was me. Each egg found would come with candy, money, or a prize, and never left a recipient in disappointment with each brightly colored find. Family who hid the eggs would even get devious, sometimes you had to search high and low, even though I was a shorter version of most humans. Easter was so much fun! I also learned an invaluable lesson from Easter Egg hunts. Never leave any stone unturned, check every nook and cranny, even check the gutters and trashcans.

My search for knowledge, sincerely comes from what I learned Easter Egg Hunting, and I implore you and our younger generations to do the same. When it comes to your health, when it comes to life, or anything that you need to gain knowledge for or from. One valuable piece of wisdom my father imparted on me as a child was, “No matter what the situation, your EDUCATION can never be taken from you. No one, the only one that can deny you EDUCATION is yourself.” I’ve carried that with me forever, and I share that sentiment with any human being I can.

My search for knowledge about my health, started at home. Gutters were first, I started looking at my bowels. What I was consuming and what was coming out are VERY important. Then, I began to search higher. Once I knew I wasn’t poisoning myself, to the best of my knowledge, I got online and started Googling. The one thing everyone tells you not to do, but remember, I don’t listen. I was looking for answers on how to heal my brain, and how to thwart my Mast Cell reactions and all the histamine my body was producing. I needed to do something and pronto.

I know what you are saying to yourself, “Why didn’t she go to an allergist?” Funny story, I did that too. I was allergic to practically everything, and then I was allergic to the steroids that was supposed to counteract the reactions to the shots. I went in more miserable than when I came out. It wasn’t working, or worth the misery I was putting myself through. All the allergist wanted to do was keep giving me the shots, even that doctor didn’t really look into WHY my body seemed to react to EVERYTHING. I fired that doctor too.

My tunnel of light was closing quickly, it’s hard to explain. In a sense, I knew I was losing my thought processing ability, I was in fight or flight mode, just trying out how to figure things out, to save my life. (This also raises histamine levels, cortisol levels, and sends you into a stress histamine response as well. With each waking day, I knew I was step closer to losing my grip on reality.) At one point, the only thing I could manage to do was crossword puzzles, and that took FOREVER just to get one done. I used to be an ace at those as a child, I could have one done in less than 3 minutes.

Popped open my laptop and went online to find “Easter Eggs” of information. I searched many things, but educating myself on histamine was the start.