My Healing Journey: From Diagnosis to Divine Restoration

When I was first diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, I was told what so many others hear:

“There’s no cure. You’ll just have to learn to live with it.”

Those words landed hard. They sounded so final — and for just a moment, I believed them.

But as a former ICU and Trauma nurse, I’ve lived in the world of high-stakes medicine. I know how to dig, how to research, and how to question everything. I don’t accept anything at face value. I’m a detective at heart — and when something doesn’t add up, I go looking for answers.

For years, I advocated fiercely for my patients. I fought for their lives, their voices, their outcomes.

But this time, I was the patient.
And it was time to fight for my own life.

That shift changed everything.

I remember laying out every MS victory book I could find, alongside self-help books from people who had overcome unthinkable trials. I looked at those pages and realized — if they could rise, so could I.

It was time to untangle the giant ball of yarn that had become my life.

I was obese, sick, numb, and partially paralyzed. This was not the vision I had for myself as a little girl growing up by the ocean — running, laughing, feeling the salt air on my skin. I needed to find my way back.

Where had I gone wrong?
How did I go from a competitive athlete and beauty contestant to this — obese, sick, paralyzed, broken?

Those questions became the fire that lit my healing journey.

I began to question the conventional story about “incurable” diseases. I explored deeper layers — the connection between trauma, parasites, environment, emotion, and spirit. I discovered that healing is never one-dimensional. It’s not just about the body — it’s about alignment, truth, and remembering who we really are.

My illness wasn’t a punishment — it was a message. My body was speaking to me, asking me to wake up, release what was toxic, and realign with my true self.

Healing didn’t happen overnight. It came through research, revelation, and faith. It came through peeling back layers of fear and learning to trust my body again.

As I healed, I felt a calling rise up in me — a mission to share what I’ve learned so others could find their way out of the darkness too. That calling became my book and eventually the foundation of this entire journey.

If you’ve ever been told your condition is incurable… that is simply not true.
Don’t lose hope. You are not broken. Your body is not your enemy. Healing begins the moment you believe it’s possible and start advocating for yourself — the way I finally did.

This blog is my heart — a space where I’ll share my story, my insights, and the spiritual and physical truths that led me to freedom.

Welcome to this journey of remembrance, restoration, and divine healing.
You are exactly where you’re meant to be.